Perfectly Preserved Promises

Squinting infinitely
we made promises, that Summer
with the low, but never setting sun.
We swore we'd always live for fun
and never love another.

Optimal intentions;
in amber we preserved the day
but golden ears are threshed
as Autumn draws her breath.
We let the season slip away.

Jewellery casket melody;
box opens to age-spot touch.
Refract the rays through memory
and try not to regret so much.