Yesterday I saw,
the sun slip between two clouds.
Swift as you, my love, have gone,
yet I remain upon the ground.

You live amongst the flowers now
where bumble bees do buzz.
In honeysuckles, willow trees,
and dandelion fuzz.

I listen for you in the wind,
in every wistful sleep.
My love for you a lullaby
a melody to keep.

This summer silence haunts me still
the humming birds won’t hum.
Ever since the sky
stole away my sun.