| Cinque Terre |
Beyond The Summer Wind
High above the wheat the summer wind
Carries a scent of hay and honey
Meadows of jewels soften the sky
Let me linger here in comfort
The glow of a wondrous gaze
As summer ripens with ease
Seductive against mango dusk
I don’t want to go north just yet
On the journey ahead
Let me touch the pale ferns instead
And smell the mushrooms
In the early morning forest
Listen to the mellow space
Between woodruff and blueberries
Like harps in the summer wind
Butterflies and bees multiply
Let me linger here a while
I don’t want to go just yet
On the long journey north
Beyond the summer wind
Where the wheat fields end
There is but silence ever so bleak
Ever so endless white nothingness
On the long journey ahead