Sailing Through Summers

there was something
in her curious style

her hippy teas 
and houseboat smile

i asked if i might stay a while

as she swayed about to Voodoo Chile

she told me that….

she'd never even owned a clock

loved mandolined summers

up by the lock

i told her that i liked her frock

she said

“step inside and to join my flock”

warm breezy days
became hot cidered nights

the days became weeks 
and the weeks became dazed

some lost the plot

and some became crazed

so i made my excuses

and bade my farewells

leaving her to the night

still casting out spells

but i shall always remember

the way that you were

and how you nailed your vivid colours

to the mast

sailing through summers

lost summers long past…….