The fading summer’s kiss
the fading summer’s kiss slights gently into the sea the sweetest vineyards hiss a foreign, ancient plea
the sweet sense of poison, lingers through fear the wind echoes some footsteps but no one is here
in golden letters I write my name my evenings have been bursting but my fingers stay sane
beyond a blind man’s gold an unreasonable wish I’m lucky the postman has left he would claim it all as his
my love is forsaken my dreams, they come true the evening has left me the river cuts through