Listening to the summer rain
fall upon the windowpane,
I remember Summer's gone by
when I smiled and those when I cried...
I remember the sunshine and the love,
I remember the moonlight and the loss...
I remember every moment of connection,
I remember every time I felt as if
everything and everyone was forever -
and I still haven't learned my lesson...
I remember the ups and the downs,
I remember the highs and the lows,
I remember the deep conversations
that I had with people about life,
meaning, poetry, music, and sound -
and I remember time going by
so incomparably and wonderfully slow...
I remember, and I never forget -
that is my curse, and that is because,
at all times, I always try to do my best
to make something last
for as long as it possibly can.
The almost hypnotic sound
of countless water-droplets,
the intoxicating smell of a downpour,
the entrancing falling
of the veil of the world itself
opens something within me
to a series of places and faces
that were once my idea of perfection
but which are now only echoes of the past
that return and then are gone again
like the waterfall of time
of the summer rain.