I remember the rainy summer days -
my feet caressing the clean stones,
each and every of the simple ways
of walking on the copper tones
of our sunsets.
The air was sweet and mild
and I was running freely, careless
my hair was flying wild
and I was wearing my mother's dress
Fluid soft silk - and orange tinted
with Japanese roses printed.
I kept on falling
for it was too long,
My skin was drowning
in the salty drops,
and life was growing
bold and strong
breathing.
The road had little lakes,
I can see it clearly now -
my present gently breaks
in front of their muddy scent -
I feel these clothes too heavy,
These sunsets incandescent...
How I long to feel again
That innocence so dearly;
To get off this villain train,
and run away from this mess
Wandering freely,
Wearing my mother's dress.