Summer Shower
Suddenly this afternoon the sun did not shine
on to the floor like limelight showing dancing dust
instead it got bland I looked out and it rained.
Took my shirt off walked out and stood enjoying
the cooling showers.
What is good often turns and
What is good often turns and
becomes painful; I
shivered gone was the sense of
shivered gone was the sense of
joy I first had when remembering summers of so
long ago, now it felt as seeing a summer through
the obscurity of a hazy bathroom mirror.
Night, we swam in the pool as soft, warm rain fell
we made love on a sun-chair didn´t need no moon
or stars our love was hidden by a curtain of drizzle.
Sing for me memory but not loudly, it is not good
for an old man to recall too much of his love life,
by lying and forgetting how unfulfilled love can be,
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