as the summer fades from gold to blue
and the skies are grey and new
golden hour has passed
but the grey skies are still gold with you
and even in the coldest winter
my life will never be cold with you
when the sky is grey
and i feel winter coming my way
your smile still warms me
and brings summer to my day
and finally i can remember
all the things i had forgotten to say
and when the sky goes grey from blue
it'll still be summer when i'm with you
YOU ARE READING
paradise.
Poetrypoetry album six. your arms around me it smells like home, like footprints in the virgin snow. 10th August 2019. © 2019 Billy Waugh
