The temptress on her noon day smiles
with cadence fought back a tear from her eyes
the longing and belonging
the days are coming to hear a song
to set you on flight with wings to help you get along
whoever eats Summer's grapes shall be unharmed
stretch forth your hands to a traffic stop along the emblems far too sent

The temptress laid waste in her proxy bit unpolished
to bask in the vast expanse of the tropics
take you away to a beautiful place
whinding down the ladder
beg for mercy nor mere chatter
she dipped her pen in the ink well again
cold hearts etched in its timeless frenzy exposed