You dawn upon my old lost self

Like distant slants of hazy light

Softly defining foggy contours

Of a rough rugged ruined scape

I live you as my memory

Your name is count of time to me

And ours is a tale of bright sunshine 

On a rusty shutter painted green

For an obscure shop with scanty light

Whereon sits a butterfly

I live in you as memory

Your name is count of time to me