Farewell Summer Dreams.

For All those Things of Past and Present will Shake Away
Like Leaves on a Tree in the middle of a golden autumn
For the Forgetfulness of Old man Time
will sweep in like the gust of august
And all the Summers of Past will be left to the earth
they will be left alone to pass on
So soon we'll be swept by the currents and salty air
to remain only in silence beneath a wave
The glittering sunset will be the last thing we ever remembered
as our palms kiss in summer air