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...

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...

The dark moves on a quiet night.
Every shadow holds a candle, bright...

Lay in my lap and lie while there.
Swear that the sun sets blue...