Summer flies by and the soft voices cry

for a mist of cool and a clear blue sky

White clouds drift and within their mist

is a safe, still place like a solitary kiss

With the new day's birth on this age old earth

All the lost loves wail and the sad ones curse

Will they cry no more, will they lie still for

Just a blue sky dawn or a sun drenched floor?

Brave the headlong sprawl, break the helpless fall

In our drifting haze, do we feel at all?

For our summer goes and the still voice knows

It will reign again when the soft wind blows.