The sky is painted with lines of gold She collected memories like a child collects rocks. She loved those drowsy summer days the stain of ice cream on a sun-lit floor luxurious carefree car trips in Rolls-Royces The grit of sand and the salt-tingly smell of the sea. The stray breeze fluttering through a bar on a hot day. Bubbling, shimmering soda Dusky nights pregnant with stars filled with smokily purple parties. While she remembered this her head on the grass her mind in the blue blue sky It was summer again.
