If could a summer linger 'bout myself
Accompanied then by the master's eye
Up high and proud as perched on twelfth
With generous out-glow of amber's dye,
Then sandy strolls by sea are daily grinds
Their salty wash would trickle up my feet
On funny, little shells of whisper kinds
As seagulls chatter: glory to the heat,
Then Lord's spy will close eye of glow to sleep
Majestic summer wields it's magic night
As kisses softly breeze are mine to keep
And tell tomorrows bring it's beaming light.
Have summer in infinities galore!
But trade I would to feel her breath once more.