Sprog

I remember your smile with the sun in your eyes,

And the smell of the summer, the sound of the breeze -

I remember your shape under powder-blue skies;

Under wandering clouds; under whispering trees.

I remember the feel of the grass at our back,

And the touch of its warmth, and the cool of the shade,

And the calls of our friends from the river-way track,

And the season that last for an age when it stayed.

I remember the fire we built of a night,

And the sight of the stars as they slipped in a stream,

And the furtive first-kiss that we shared by its light,

And the simple, impossible, innocent dream.

I remember you most in the starlight above,

But for you it was fun - and for me it was love.