Every day is like summer
When the children scream and shout on the park swings
When the sun and the moon greet each other with subtle insecurities
And when the dog huffs about like a thirsty saint.
Every day is like summer
When seven in the morning feels like ten
When the lightest of breeze calls for an old remembrance
When the once favoured porch swing is now vacant again.
Every day is like summer
When evenings are full with the hum of the motors
When the old foe is a friend again
When the shallow river is now fierce again.
Every day is like summer
When the winter fat breaks a sweat again
When the blues is popular like it was back then
When the water is scared, lest we forget again.
Every day is like summer
If the feet are now bare again
How the fans are loud, and whispers are soft again
When every dusk paints a canvas within.
Every day is like summer
When even the rich strips its sins
Almost to be disguised amongst the poor again
When the broken heart calls for vigour again.
Every day is like summer
When the lights are dim
But the mouths are loud again
And the only news is of pretend sales again.
Every day is like summer
When men practice politics
Only to be cast out by the better brains
When there is a method to the madness within.
Every day is like summer
When the curtains are called upon more often
When the widows peek out their windows again
Only to sing for what they have lost again.
Every day is like summer
If your lover shares her smile again
Shares her skin,
And everything that torments her within.