When the summer awakens,
she stretches, slowly,
rolling over pillows of damp sand,
her breaths, warm,
rising and falling underneath sea foam bedsheets.
Dressed in indigo satin,
she moves softly, hushed,
as daylight dawns upon her,
winds stirring color into the sky,
life strumming sound into the breeze,
the world is formed once again in her midst.
Now, let her find you,
embracing her in the gentle mornings,
and let her see you,
reaching out to her from the shore,
it is only in these rare, quiet moments
can she be held and adored.
So stay, while she is yet yours,
for the summer days are longest
without you.
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