Bright blue sky, clouds and grass gleam on a bright April morning.

The English seaside gleams as the boy and woman appear,
Their faces are distorted in the bright blue hue.
All their features unclear.

The grasses are high, and difficult to navigate.
Yellowish tints linger upon the grasses of vert.
They are shadows passing through the night,
I want to see them in luminous light.

Summer begins to fade, and autumn takes its place.
With a swift turn of the lush leaves,
To red and amber tones.
The woman and the boy’s images fade away in my mind.

One rainy day, I walk in the city streets,
Small raindrops coat my face and there is a slight chill to the Brighton weather.
To my right is the ocean with its rocky beach,
And to my left is the many bustling townspeople.

Suddenly, I see them,
Their faces no longer distorted by their masks.
I finally see their true faces.
They are nothing out of the ordinary, just simple.

They walk along the cobbled stone street,
They pass right next to me with a swift breeze.
And they never look in my direction,
And dissolve into the far off distance.

Trees cry as they lose their leaves; winter has come.
A light snow falls to the ground and it clings to the worn streets,
Tattered from many years past.
A soft white blanket covers the green-colored grass, sheltering it from the world.

A December day, I stroll through Preston Park in the brisk morning,
They appear again, seeming to be the same as before,
Never altering.
I look after them as they finally fade away into the endless sea of pure white and crisp air.