Year 4 Week 31, Silk and Blue

This is about how all good things come to an end, and eventually you come to realise it, but its always too late. In Arizona, its hard to take summer positivly :D

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On a beauty- sunny day, I would look into your eyes,
In eyes like silk and cloudless blue, I could see the coming storm.
And every day I held you close, it drenched me- to the skin.
And Everywhere I hadnt been, was warm and comforting.

I~ I look Off into that cool breeze and I, I fall upon my knees,
When the summer comes, when the daytime light fades just in time,
When the summer comes.

Id wear my favorite ugly hat, to keep the sun off our blue sky,
That sky was an eyeless hurricane, that I saw bearing down.
And every day I held you close, it pulled me from your arms,
And shelter for the coming wind, was quickly running out.

I~ I look Off into that cool breeze and I, I fall upon my knees,
When the summer comes, when the daytime light fades just in time,
When the summer comes.

We were born to play all day, dazzling grass and far off graves,
When I could stare into your eyes, without a drop of pain,
But now in september, your storm drowns my skin,
peeling flesh from sunburned sin, peeling off my born rags,

I~ I look Off into that cool breeze and I, I fall upon my knees,
When the summer comes, when the daytime light fades just in time,
When the summer comes.

And I know, I know Ill feel that gentle touch again,
When winter leaves and I am dry,
My failing eye inside the storm,
Will take me further down...
When the summer comes.