Every Time

Every time I think of you
  it's spring
bright red dress
long brown hair
 and a voice like rain

I remember walking on the
    pretty plain
golden grass, red red
  roses   deep    sky

when a hawk flies overhead
  I know you're free
no more tears, no more pain
  and no more me

your other life has called
  you and you cannot stay
there you go Van Morrison
playing along the way.

r.p.leith