Rock Star

It's Summertime in The Glowing

It's summertime in the glowing,
But more and more it's going;
In praise of people ways,
The days - the day it never stays.
I'll ask you for a song,
Whatever could go then wrong;
I love to sing to my darling,
About what is now coming.

My feelings are all chained,
Time by and by bloodstained;
And sinking into its fate,
In its forgetfulness state.
My boat at sea and mist,
Rhythms of space that exist;
Befallen into hidden dim,
Low life at reefs and brim.

Please look not back too far,
All things are quite bizarre;
For who can save us now,
In each its desirable endow.
Come run resolve my space,
Whatever the coming plays;
Don't end my ways in this,
On the beatitude and its bliss.

It's summertime in the glowing,
But more and more it's going;
In praise of people ways,
The days - the day it never stays.
I'll ask you for a song,
Whatever could go then wrong;
I need to sing to my easing,
About what is now coming.

posted by Peter S. Quinn @ 8:52 AM