Summer Song
Hold your coat
On the cold face of a clock
Summer floats
As she talks
There's no map
To the beach beneath the street
Summer's back
Incomplete
The touch of her hand
The choler of love
I can't understand
And I can't get enough
Detour days
Sun diverted to the night
Summer plays
At a life
Streetlights yawn
Throwing shadows in her smile
Summer's song
For a little while
The touch of her hand
The collar of love
I can't understand
And I can't get enough
All the thoughts she treasures
Her semi-precious stones
Arrayed with elegant measure
Displayed when she's all alone
Hide your smile
On the dark side of the sun
Summer sparks
Your smart remarks
Summer sparks and then she's gone
Summer sparks and then she's gone
Summer sparks and then she's gone
Summer sparks and then she's gone
Writer/s: Mark Dzula