THIEF OF SUMMER
The days of summer pass me by,
Like the flowing river of time.
I can’t say this is goodbye,
Yet my heart just won’t comply.
Like standing by the ocean tide,
As my feet sink by and by,
In the wet sand so cold and fine –
To become one with time.
Dreaming of the shore’s border,
The blue horizon that never ends,
The wind keeps getting colder,
And I must part with friends.
Like a thief in the black of night,
Swift and coy it steals the light.
Right before my very eyes,
Time has blinded my very sight.
I once dreamed of radical dreams,
What I thought time always brings.
But now I breathe a brittle sigh,
For I thought summer as mine.