The guitar brings me little warmth,
As my hair takes on the smell of damp clothes.
The drenched walk up long and unknown paths-
Don't spell out happiness at all.

Too soon did we leave the spot,
There would be rainbows where we lay,
Between the tides and gentle breeze,
So many more conversations were to flow.

Yet the undeniable comfort of this monkey cap-
Soft against the cold, stone wall;
It sends me back to my happy place
Merely by sitting atop my head.