Interlude

I remember - do you?

Yes, I remember.

I remember the sweet scent of summer

When all the trees are bare - wait,

I meant  to say winter.

I remember the scent of death,

Before the rain of life,

Before the breath of Man,

I remember breathing the scent

Of Time, of flavours past,

The everlasting song

Of burning flowers in the sky,

The ones they call sunlight.

I remember - do you?

I do.

I remember the taste of empty shells

Rolling down across the shore,

And your skin, like sandpaper

Made my own bleed silently.

And then the wind was howling

Whispers in my ears,

Screaming at your face,

It was winter in summer.

I remember - do you?

I do.