The Life we had Together

Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
    So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

How should I compare thee
	To a summer’s day?

You are drier
You are slower

The gusts of your tempests
Fell the old growth trees
	Ending things too soon

Your intense light
Cracks the gold
	That should only melt

All parades end
	The floats dismantled
		And warehoused
	The costumes changed
		For streetwear
	The music stopped
		As sounds of Nature emerge
But summer doesn't know how
	The setting sun lingers
	Memories hide
		In the long shadows
			Which lengthen to encompass
				The Earth
				All breathing men
				All seeing eyes
				The life that is
				The life we had together