Foghorns in the silence
Glowing notes dripping glorious mist
Like spanish moss
Remember when we used to run
Along the old trails
Smelling of summer berries and sweet sun

Darkness over the harbor
Like rainclouds moving swiftly to cover
Creaking oars and wooden beams
Soaked with salt

I feel you in the rain
Over the old muddy dirt-mixed pebbles
Of days long gone by
Whistled birdcalls in the forests of my memory
Of sunlight through intertwined branches
Of moonlight on the dried grasses of time
Of dawnlight as pure as a smile

Of starlight as clear as your eyes