Happy hours...

All those days are fading fast
Those days...of being together
Spending Happy Hours just...

The tumblers got filled...
You used to take a pitcher
I with bubbles chilled...

Then there were hours to witness
How the lawn under light changed its green green dress...
From green she would be dark violet
With a Santana she was sure beset...
We would stand there by the marble pot
Ashes of hurricane would on marble stop...
And the smoke from last fallen fags would spread...
Before our cigarettes dropped into the pot ...dead...
Then we would go indoors sloppy
You and I where would hold aloft trophies
Of our lives...passed in settings idyllic
A misty evening...a morning sleek
A rainy afternoon full of her
A travel made to a mountain far...
All...all would to us come...
Kind of enchanting... make-believe balm...

Happy hours...so many we spent
Now...those days are getting really faint...