I grew older and thoughts turned into remembrance.
Slowly the light faded and the sweetness softly filtered away.
The mellow memories became shadows and phantoms of a time long gone.
Sometime yes sometimes there is a flickering as a long gone memory shyly surfaces with a tingling of sweet little bells bringing as cascade of small smiles of remembrance and is gone again.
It lasts for but a moment and the taste that lingers on,
is sweetness that will last forever.
I like this. This line though needs something: as cascade of small smiles of remembrance and is gone again. Maybe it should be: smiles of remembrance and yet is gone again. I dunno. Anyway, keep writing!