Days may be short
Days may be long
Some are steeped in wine and song
Clouds we chased ‘round river’s bend
Childish wishes    childhood friends

June July August September
Daydreams we shall long remember
Green green grass    the yawning lawn 
Soon Summer ends   and  I’ll be gone

How quickly regret    fades   into forget 
How the sun rises   how the sun sets

Golden yellow   azure blue
Sky that floats    through me and you
Stars that come unhinged at night
The magic that glows   that moves pure light

Summer breeze    summer ease
Moon whispers   through the burning leaves
Drifters drift by   new promises are broken
While Summer lives on    unvarnished      unspoken