Sun‘s exhausting in burning red
her last ray’s a warm and cosy cover
spreading out against
each fibre of life that bends

I’m walking down a layer on ground
behind pale green contours of fields
shades are loaded with waft
of sudden decay

Mem’ries line up in different terms
alarmings defects are much in evidence
make it quite plain that
I’ve missed the time to recommence

All the time alone on the tracks
a remnant at this solitary place
where I can stand my exposure
to a certain extend

In my prime I yearn for comfort
nothing’s on hand but lonely senses
if only you would find me
before summer’s fading into fall

For the last time I intimate the sun
dying off so far from the eye
the ripping days are ticking away
no compensation for the loss and waste
beyond recall summer’s fading into fall