I Remember .../Stranger Than You Dreamt It ... - Andrew Lloyd Webber

I remember sky

It was blue as ink

Or at least I think

I remember sky

I remember snow

Soft as feathers, sharp as thumb tacks

Coming down like lint

And it made you squint

When the wind would blow

And ice like vinyl on the streets

Cold as silver, white as sheets

Rain like springs and changing things

Like leaves

I remember leaves

Green as spearmint, crisp as paper

I remember trees

Bare as coat racks

Spread like broken umbrellas

And parks and bridges, ponds and zoos

Ruddy faces, muddy shoes

Light and noise and bees and boys

And days

I remember days

Or at least I try

But as years go by

They’re sort of haze

And the bluest ink

Isn’t really sky

And at times I think I would gladly die

For a day of sky