Like icy waters do you climb
Upon the shores of my mind
And touch the toes of my thoughts
I jump away at the cold touch
Retreating away I turn my back from the shore
Your fiery waters do bellow more
The sea of memory the smells still roam
Its misty vapors give me a sudden chill
And of course I face the shore again
And see you retreating back into the deep
And this is my thought as the waves go down
That perhaps I will now forget the sound
Of warm passings by at Summer’s shore
And the smells that accompanied your pleasant roar
And the waves come back for a moment more
And brush my ankles in delicate turns
The warmth of sunshine lost at memory’s shore
Its glow now a thing of time before