James Taylor sang of fire and rain,
he didn’t know who to send his verse to,
but I send it to you, between strands
of seeing your hair let fully down,
just the one time.
Of sunny days long gone,
remembrance is a summer’s play,
where he who should not be named
for fear of a run of poor fortune,
couldn’t speak of his own heart either.
And I hope you feel fire’s passion
much more than life’s seasonal rain,
for the first time I saw you,
summer was a cold rain spell
in comparison, and Macbeth
who I’ll name too late, a fringe character.
If this poem means little to you,
then understand in Shakespeare’s phrases,
you left a lasting impression
in your embrace, and that’s gold enough.
I always thought I’d see you
one more time again, and let you know
you were much loved.
