September 9, 2012

Summer was made

Summer was made,
With the songs of the birds inside,
With the lungs of the earth pressed
For the wind to hum through fields,
That sound like our summer.

Summer was made,
With the woods we wander through,
With the seas we seal inside,
Along with our waking nights
With your hand, ready for mine,
My heart, braced for this warmth,
Our souls, trapped in these skins
That enjoy these bouts of summer.

Summer was made,
For us to have skies inside of us,
For your hands to slip into mine,
And for the sun to never set on this love.
And so in that, we make all of this summer.

Samu Ainesmaa