When summer ends,
sneaks in a heart the redhead fall.
It slinks on toes so silently,
so quiet,
so noiselessly leans over you
and watching you asleep.
The love of light has died
and left no trace in soul...
No trace?
Or it is hidden in the deep?

A little drop of holy honeydew
still has its taste
in memory of heart.
The summer died but time has not been wasted...
When you two fell apart,
like leaves from oak falls down to the ground,
the live keeps going on.
The Live goes around, around,
and ends...
And you... you have no defence
from getting in the light,
from falling in the love...

The redhead fall is watching from above
and planning for some new,
some holy drop of honeydew
for you...
to get you feel again alive, alive,
to get you higth,
to get a crazy drive,
to drink at ones that everything
what summer ever sends...
And wish for more,
And never quench desire,
And once again to getting lighter, higher...

Until the summer ends!

24.11.2013