Summer days won’t be summer anymore.
No more time for play.
Occasionally drink;
No,
Nothing from the lips,
The heart will not say.
Entitled thoughts,
Only a fool with think,
In those day.
But you will be dwelling in the past,
Every summer day.
There will be no now,
For tomorrows.
Not even a candle lit sight,.
Romantic evenings bring darkness,
And over cast skies,
Not even light,
Summer days are now darkened,
But yet shows simplicity,
The affair is over,
Candle lit gravity.

© Robyn G Neymour