Crimson Sunflowers of Summer Days

A simple memory, so fragile and could be forgotten 

It seems so long ago that we were there,

Riding bikes in the dusty air of summertime, 

Along the empty streets, and once in a while

The dogs would bark as we passed,

Angry to be awoken from their summertime slumber. 

 

Lying on top of so much history, so many stories, 

Buried forever in the tall grass and sunflowers

That waved in the breeze as we passed. 

You're still there, aren't you? 

Waiting, watching for me to return, and

For me to remember who I am.

 

Sunset, lighting up the whole world 

Those sunflowers glowing crimson and gold, 

And in the last moments before the sun disappeared,

They hold on to a moment of time, 

A reminder of those summer days. 

  

In the middle of a town where people rush around day and night,

In the middle of all those modern buildings, modern people, modern world

You still wait for me to remember; in all the golden splendor,

In the simple fragility of your untouched world, 

You wait for us to remember those summer days

That are now only memories, faded and almost forgotten. 

 

Wait for me. I'll come back.