Summer days have gone (re-write) 2008

In a time of inspiration and a place that i would go
i have come to the conclusion that things grow and move and mold
and they change in size and color and in how they say hello
and they lurk and watch and huddle and they use their branches so
when in time they recognise it is they have no mean to stay
they can jump to new positions and then quickly move away.

now that milk and coffee have been served and everything is known
there are moments i remember and a place i can call home
been invited in by rain storms and by sunny sommer days
and by nights that would last longer and soon put me to a haze
so engaged by all the darkness its like creeping towards the light
for my heart has been suspended and my fears are only fright.


in a moment like a wink i never doubted i would miss
all the things i thought i had before, before the love of bliss
and the change crept in completly, in a quiet yurp of pain
made me realise that i had learned nothing could stay the same
as when summer time had set the pace and told us where to stay
so the movements that we slowly made would pass by us each day.

today.

it is right for us i see it now like playing in the trees
the city birds love lullabies and pretty melodies.