But do you remember the August precipitate?
Waiting and watching beneath stars of White
Holding your hand and dropping my heart
Into the seas of a September night

That jacket you wore with a sleeve far too short
And eyes with a wild, sense of adventure
You looked like a painting by hands so divine
Symmetrical, vivid – a knife through the tension

You already knew I was wandering aimlessly
A corridor discrete with walls of your beauty
Exhibiting only the finest creations
And saving the best until last – my duty

Your hands, they grew blue from being alone
You stumble and fall into grass frozen solid
I’m here if you need me, just take my hand
And we’ll stand in a valley of eternal morning