Summer As It Was
I'm about to fill a page, depicting all my days!
Uplifting sunrays fade and make way for tungsten gray,
Tons and tons of gray, a stunning abundance made,
As the one we praise - who youngs our face, that one is laid to waste,
Behind plumes of something gray.
But I've been here in silence thinking so little of matters,
It's like the world is gone - but a fleeting illusion,
All the war and pastime, so unworthy and asinine,
But I suppose my own will be as shattered, when I with you - soon,
Break through my illusion.
I'm sitting indoors now because the sun is hiding too,
When you're not here we're apart, when you're out there I'm with you.
I see a little light trying to reach into my room,
I guess that it's a sign, that instead of insistent doom,
I should be outside - even when my days are due.
Blisters in my fingers, blisters in my toes,
Thick skin like Rumpelstiltskin, but nothing of it shows.
The time now it flows calmer, as the days from dusk till dawn,
Are shorter - and colder - and warmer, and our lawn is strewn with leaf,
Like a beacon of our grief.
I don't dislike the winter, the snow is cool as well.
But the way I spend my days... well, only you can tell.
You're not out, and I'm not out, like a sunstorm behind a lost cloud,
The winter is to all the things I hold close farewell,
To all the things I hold close... farewell.
Summer's on the edge; I'm walking down it's steps
I wish they were in harmony; not all this regret,
I guess I have much to learn still,
A page is not enough yet, but it will be.
When you come again and instill in me a will,
To get outside and build dreams, not sit inside and kill.
When I'm outside you're about, and when I'm in you're gone,
But there have been times I was in, while you were on our lawn,
Playing there by yourself, hesitant... and lost.
My only regret is, that when you were there - that wasn't where I was.
Time that I've spent inside, without you - is time I've lost.
And only when you're gone again I realize what it cost.
Summer's an amazing land, a wondrous place - like Oz.
I yearn this time will come again, and then I'll see my own best friend,
All good things they come and end, but you I always know will come again!
With rays so warm and generous, enrichening and soft.
Here's an ode to summer as it was.