Soak the sun 

Cinnamon 

What went wrong 

Summer Song 

Splinter snag 

windvein ragged 

Faded trends 

Summer ends 



What's that I thought I heard you say? 

Lunarscape and cold winds on their way 

Whistling banshee through the screen 

Salt air and isolation sting 



Melon seed-spitting wars 

Toys lost in the sand 

Innocence is scorched 

Summer leaves its brand 



Bat away a hurricane's eyelash 

Ushering by the season past 

Hinting, dapples pinching through my sleeve 

Intimating that I leave 



Hurricane remember me 

Hurricane watch over me 

From this point we roll along 

Without a trace of summer song