summer’s blaze, winter’s haze
the bright white glow of better days
wide dry eyes and fluttering sighs
funeral chimes for which nobody cries
lake water shimmering sapphire blue--
these are the things that remind me of you.
sunsets incarnadine, moonlight alive
a car parked crookedly in its long drive
boys who sing softly and sweetly and slow
girls who wear stockings and dresses and bows
everything’s beautiful, everything’s new--
but when I look at it all, I still think of you.
fireworks lighting a sky full of stars
pretty new clothes that cover old scars
boats rocking slowly on gentle waves
sirens that call faithful men to their graves
driving forever, not knowing where to--
it’s never the same now, it’s never with you.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
summer’s blaze, winter’s haze
the bright white glow of better days
wide dry eyes and fluttering sighs
funeral chimes for which nobody cries
lake water shimmering sapphire blue--
these are the things that remind me of you.
sunsets incarnadine, moonlight alive
a car parked crookedly in its long drive
boys who sing softly and sweetly and slow
girls who wear stockings and dresses and bows
everything’s beautiful, everything’s new--
but when I look at it all, I still think of you.
fireworks lighting a sky full of stars
pretty new clothes that cover old scars
boats rocking slowly on gentle waves
sirens that call faithful men to their graves
driving forever, not knowing where to--
it’s never the same now, it’s never with you.
every summer goes cold; would I miss it if I moved somewhere warmer
