The grey sky looms over the hills
I like to watch and get lost in them,
Flickering memories of long forgotten days
I remember you and your bright green eyes
Green with flecks of gold,
But then I lose you to images of broken ash,
I yearn for the days in which I could walk free
And smile upon the grass dew alongside you,
I miss your quick wit and silver smile
Your swift feet that made me breathless
Oh my friend return to me clad in luminous memories of us,
I want you here and now among the flames of our youth.