"Here and Gone August" Leaf green’s the shaky scrape of a tree’s arm raking against the window. Brushing back and forth with each and every blowing breeze, gust or gale. These the humid doldrums of here and gone August. A tree's hands can be so thin, his arms are sticks. They look anorexic.
Do you think about me when the crowd is gone? It used to be so easy, you and me I could be the one to make you feel that way I could be the one to set you free
let me photograph you in this light in case it is the last time that we might be exactly like we were before we realized we were sad of getting old it made us restless
Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain