Somer Thymes

Surround yourself with glitter and gold

Afraid they never might have disappear

Trapped in chaos entrapment for life

Only in life we usually seeks death

Were there gray clouds when you leave

To take five, or for the shortest eleven nights

Were there scattering thoughts lingering

When once there were golds, now songs of old

Engulf yourself with diamonds and plumes

For all of yesterdays are tried notions

Sounding tried and true if only slightly

Behind your back there lays a mechanical loom

Winter is a song performed by fools

For every languid summer evenings

If you are trying to stay still on the seats

Beneath the glamours a tender rope 

Sep 2021

By Aran Meredith

Scores with spilled spells, better with summertimesadness humming in the background.