Summer steps closer with every sunset.
I let myself lose consciousness,
driven closer to dawn and another day to be knocked down in my pursuit of the power of love.
I will see you at Summer, my sweet saviour,
so sure if it, I am,
like the sadder but wiser green puppet that plays among the stars,
so sure of it, I am, that I have learned to live in peace, until the moment comes.
Life until then is long and full of longing,
but every day,
the sun says “Hello” a little earlier,
and the calendar loses pages as quickly as I lose my patience,
so I am assured that Summer steps closer with every sunset,
and my sweet one,
so do you.