I Remember - Stephen Sondheim, Lina Koutrakos

I remember sky\nIt was blue as ink\nOr at least I think I remember sky\nI remember snow\nSoft as feathers, sharp as thumb tacks coming down like lint\nAnd it made you squint when the wind would blow\nAnd ice like vinyl on the streets\nCold as silver, white as sheets\nRain like strings and changing things like leaves\nI remember leaves\nGreen as spearmint, crisp as paper\nI remember trees\nBare as coat racks, spread like broken umbrellas\nAnd parks and bridges, ponds and zoos\nRuddy faces, muddy shoes\nAnd nights and noise and bees and boys\nAnd days\nI remember days\nOr at least I try\nBut as years go by, they’re a sort of haze\nAnd the bluest ink isn’t really sky\nAnd at times I think I would gladly die\nFor a day of sky\nSky, sky, sky