as i bask in the light,
summerday grow shorter
twilight seems to stay
much, much longer...
i long for the sunshine,
to stay awhile...
how he runs away from my grasp
like a little boy teasing
runs away
tenderly waves,
and is gone...
and i remember,
Beltaine's already passed...
so-long spring time love
my dark, wet
and dreary days
now will take your stead...
and whichever direction you came from
is where angels
fear to tread...
so-long summerbreeze
and your crystal clear skies
impeccable whites
of your cotton-candy cloud...
my dark, dreary wet earth
awaits
and beckons...
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