Summer

How many times can I come
back to this place?
And how much it changes over time.
How this music made tears flow from my face.
Now, it is a different feeling;
A different vision.
I used to see you and your chameleon irises.
I used to see a veil over my face.
What used to be white has turned to yellow and green
and blue.
Bright blue.
I now see a brilliant day.
A gorgeous day.
A day when my bare skin can touch the air
and feel wonderful.
A day when the lilies are in full bloom.
What used to be winter
is now summer
What used to be dead
is now alive.

Pachelbel - Canon In D Major