20.09.2007, 21:14
Lord, it is time. Great summer is undone
Now envelope the sun-dials in shade
Over the meadows let your winds roam on.
Command the last fruits to develop fullness
and grant them two more days of truer south
to gain perfection. With their essence rouse
the heady wine to a more soft caress.
Who has no house now wont build anymore
Who is alone will be alone, awake
Reading and writing letters and will take
long walks through longer alleys as a score
of twirling leaves may do before a rake.
Now envelope the sun-dials in shade
Over the meadows let your winds roam on.
Command the last fruits to develop fullness
and grant them two more days of truer south
to gain perfection. With their essence rouse
the heady wine to a more soft caress.
Who has no house now wont build anymore
Who is alone will be alone, awake
Reading and writing letters and will take
long walks through longer alleys as a score
of twirling leaves may do before a rake.
Never sigh for a better world it`s already composed, played and told