Here plays a song
It tells you to move on
You find it arid
Yet it is vivid
Here comes tomorrow
The path to joy you should follow
Step out of the shadow
Patch your heart where it shallows
Here a dancer dances
Graceful immaculate movements
Arms ever so swift and fluid
Reminds you of the way she danced
Here comes the rain
Pouring down again
Drops like her teardrops
As she calls your name
Here an author writes
An exordium you read right
Reminds of her beginning
When she came into your life
Here a singer sings
Fingers strumming the strings
A mellow voice that brings
Memories of how she sings
Here comes the thunder
Had you crawling under
Sheets you once shared with her
Where her smell still lingers
Here a musician plays
A piece that makes you sway
Reminds you of the way
She walks on a sunny day
Here comes the fall
Where trees stand tall
The blow of the wind is gentle
Reminds of how she started it all
Here a preacher preaches
Words and mystical messages
She reminds you of bleaches
How she revamped you and showered you with little kisses
Here comes the evening
Swallowing the light of the morning
Eyes that tire, ready to slumber
A heart that hopes to see her in a dream he wishes he would always remember
