Stenian

At this time of the yearThe skies are mostly grey and overcastA steady wind blows relentlesslyand time is passing by so fastLet the rain purge the landWash it all awayThe days are getting shorterA long white foamy band: my solitary vessel plows through the turbid green waterLooming large, in the distance: snow topped mountains are drifting byThe whole scenery immersedIn a surreal yellow late-afternoon lightI've been here beforeI know this sceneThere are jellyfish in the foamAnd then it all came back to me... How the wind played his gentle gameNebulized and beguiled meWith your wisps sweet with lemonAnd the bruisers on your chinSpoke the truthAbout our everythingAnd spared you a sermon... I've been here beforeI know this sceneAnd the waning northern summer lightReflecting in the freckle of your right eyeThe setting sun's last desperate raysIlluminating this tragic story's grade