Sweet summer substance,
the warmth of her rays...

Please listen
Cold and barren is this land...

Where snowflakes fall and fluid flows chilled,
across the ocean's path where the air stands...

But a stone's throw from home
Withers the shell of an elderly man...

Fall, did you part the sea?
Tread the sand the way you'd speak to me...

WHO will join them to make the world One?
WHO will it be to pen their names upon parchment...

Hush now, Love,
the line is crossed, no more can we go back...

Fields of olives grow under abundant sun
granting oil as golden as the light they drank...

The moon is in a foul mood this night,
so much so the clouds have intervened...

Dead weather comes again in a dress
of clouds and ecstasy...