Summer’s End

And in my silent reverie
I see the trail to summer’s end
So down the weary path I tread
Lest twilight fades to memory

Upon the ever sapphire sky
A ball of fire, nested high
It paints the canvas red and gold
And casts the blue into the cold

The winds of change run to the sea
And waves of chance embrace the shore
If there’s no sin in wanting more,
I’d stay and relish being free

Two hands of ours are intertwined
Unravel me with lips unsealed
Each breath we take, a metronome
A rhythm of a dance unknown

Apollo’s chariot reached its end;
A place where time would never mend
Thus Nyx has come to share her plight;
That onyx sprouts from golden blight

And so the night has come once more;
A breeze that has returned to shore
Upon the silver crescent lies
A murky shadow breathing sighs

If I could turn back time I would
And not to change things that I could
The gods would say it isn’t wise
To want to feel a few things twice