Dragged onto the path by the railway,
her soft hand led away
from the temptations by creek and

pulled him to find sin elsewhere.
fingers made bold by the summer breeze and
a newfound love prodding his
toward the holy land
to find what they could ascend to.

Something unknown.

and the next summer Samson had cut his hair
while his Summer love stayed,
waiting by the tracks where they had found
what both had longed for.

she never knew what happend,
why her leo left.

Only if she did know,
that the summer breeze was too much
and bold fingers too many
for the young lover.