Like hands held up to the sky
Praising whatever being they like.
I lie in the sand and watch the clouds roll by
With nobody disturbing me at all.
I wonder sometimes, if he has found a bird
That sings a song
Nearly as beautiful as the one we sang
When we were together
And said nothing at all.
We were summer
A warm and inviting time of the year
The turning of leaves and beautiful colors.
We shook hands
Agreed that love would betray both of us.
‘None of our love meant anything
Yesterday or today
Nor will it mean anything tomorrow.’
One day when he walked into a beautiful forest
Decided he hated this one tree
And kicked it for days
With no sleep
He turned his back on the one woman
That loved him through everything.