The Staccato Rythm of Tears in June

The Staccato Rythm of Tears in June

The staccato rhythm of tears in June
stole from me all that I knew
and painted it a summer's hue
of all things unremembe-red.

Would that I could see the way
and paint it like an April day
with purple fire held in sway
by the sunset's violet-ence.

Somewhere in spring-summer's song
find the road I walked along
that led to all the autums gone
into dark Septembers past.