A day at the river (last day of summer)

A poem, based on a true experience.

The river

I saw your eyes in a summer’s evening
Light  blue against the world’s ceiling
I saw your smile by the river,
A lone star shot from the sky’s quiver

And in the river I was lost
I was lost in your eyes
As the fair’s music played
And the wind whispered lies.

I saw you walk by the river
Your bare feet caressing the sand
And you were beautiful like a naiad
A fairy-spirit if the land.

And the river I crossed
With you hand in hand
As the sun started to set
And the stage got ready for the band

You were afraid of the dark autumn
You were summer and the last ray of sun
So when the rain came we just run

And the river I saw dark
in the clutches of the storm
As the summer faded, faded inside a dark winter’s form

But I saw your smile again
Even when we where cold and wet
And I knew summer was there
In your eyes
In your smile
And every time we met.