Calmness at summer’s dawn,
of silence profound and senses ecstasy
when seeing that fleeing fawn,
and wonder’ng about life’ complexity;

I am afraid our life’s ‘re entwined,
as last summer seized our soul,
the silhouette of willow’ wet and lined,
there where the winds weep and roll;

As sunflowers emerge from their night’s mourning,
bursting of golden glow, flowers of fantasy,
on that golden carpet is the warning,
when tender balm’s falls from heaven’s canopy;

As the nightingale sings,
the future will prove sombre,
we don’t know what our slumbering hearts will bring,
at that exquisite hour, when skies are ombre;

Love is filled and clear,
let this silence be without sound,
but, let them hear,
the voice of despair, when no life is found.