Pastiche

The summer wind came blowing in
From across the plains
It lingered for too long
And still you were gone
So far away from me
And now the summer wind has left
Travelled up through the Kalahari and Sahara
Bringing new white sand to the Canaries
And you’ve finally almost come to me.
Now I meet you so soon
And maybe, I’m still in love with you
But there’s no more summer wind
No more blistering burns or sweaty nights
Now the winter wind is pouring on my window
And I’m glad to see the summer wind go
And leave me alone
And leave us with the rain
And maybe, I’m even glad to see it
Leave me with you


April 2009