Solstice Past

Crimson summer sky

sundown has come

trees cloaked in shadows

what would I find beyond?

As I'm watching, thinking, waiting for the night to fall

could I only turn the time

could I stop this moment

Grey summer sky,

the trees swing softly

come summer rain

and kiss my skin

tears in my eyes mingle with the raindrops

warm winds blow my face dry

yet, still I cannot see

From the woods I hear my name

passions of summer-time

I follow the whisper

enthralled by the magic

Tell me secrets

the life-blood of nature

but underneath the green moss

their traces disappeared

Oh, what I see, what I feel

Oh, could it be a memory?

or is it mere fantasy?

Hide away the pain,

when no words could ever explain

Midsummer night

bewitched by the light

at solstice fires

the wheel burns bright

Join the dance, celebrate the peak of life

Cast away the reality that

the fall has begun.

Summer will pass

but the sun shall return

summer nights will be

but how many more to see?

While I'm watching, breathing

taken by the summer air

The vision may still be

the moment's gone forever.