Swordlight sparkles on the moon of thoughts
Fragmented puffs of weary golden sparks
Ceaseless screams of brightened draughts
Caught on the night of a summer air

Withering life reborn from aught
Stunted knots reclaim what hath lost
Beaded beaks turn knead for naughts
Caught on the night of a summer air

And lay, hath I, crystal summer breeze
Sunlight blowing through dying trees
Feeling for long gone winter's freeze
Caught on the night of a summer air