The summer slowly comes to an end,
fresh grasses quickly cut
before the storms begin
and removes life with a breaking dam.

The Golden Lyre shall dim and die,
Chastity regains the throne
lustrous in the sky
until, in lucidity,
the reign shall begin again.

A lover's kiss
under Diana's silver light
shows a time well spent;
summer fades like this night,

this autumnal reverie
leads to cold reflection;
a season's drink supped up
and a dying youth etched in leaves.

11/13/2003

Posted on 07/14/2005
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