At this time of the year nThe skies are mostly grey and overcast nA steady wind blows relentlessly nand time is passing by so fast nLet the rain purge the land nWash it all away nThe days are getting shorter nA long white foamy band: my solitary vessel plows through the turbid green water nLooming large, in the distance: snow topped mountains are drifting by nThe whole scenery immersed nIn a surreal yellow late-afternoon light nI've been here before nI know this scene nThere are jellyfish in the foam nAnd then it all came back to me... How the wind played his gentle game nNebulized and beguiled me nWith your wisps sweet with lemon nAnd the bruisers on your chin nSpoke the truth nAbout our everything nAnd spared you a sermon... I've been here before nI know this scene nAnd the waning northern summer light nReflecting in the freckle of your right eye nThe setting sun's last desperate rays nIlluminating this tragic story's grade