An Old Summer's Day
My love, that old summer sun;
How that smile perched itself
Upon her.
O, how that gelato breathed
Upon our lips
That day I kissed you –
I was so fragile then,
A leaf in the creases
Of her fading days.
O how I regret myself.
If only I could chase the seasons –
I’d have followed you away
Upon the heron’s trail
Into heaven.
O how I regret myself.
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