Summer Regret, Night's Discontent
The glow of summer starts to slip away
and darkness comes in to collect its debt;
take the sun and swallow up its pride
and sink it in a sea of discontent.
Light is snubbed like candles in a storm
while winds of fury howl then fade away
leaving silence abounding. But the moon
is still a mirror of lost daylight.
Now, night has chained the stars up in heaven,
trying to keep a foothold on the sky,
but they speak of lost summer days
when dawn was real and now and so sublime.
Only the glorious rebirth of dawn
can quell the night that seemed so long.