Here it comes again to where I always am... waiting, watching, so hungry my eye. When I was alone waiting in the wind of a different city wearing the absurd clothes of my youth I opened all the windows and doors because I knew it was you approaching Now again you stir the air around me feathered in like a sweet hot wind singing, dancing tumbling along and yet I am still and you are always arriving some how I always knew you were close But you never slow down to let me smell you, hold you for a moment like I remember on the hill, in the sun the circle of trees happening something I can only glimpse and some how I think you know that the sun warmed our bodies the trees circled around and your eyes reflected the sky on the hill in the now and always blazing summer day