I see him as the Summer nears
Not for years, not for years
Has any come to call.

I see him now that Summer's here
Still not clear, still not clear
What will be in Fall.

But forget for now what Fall may be.
Fall's too far away, you see,
And hardly worth a mention.

Here and Now he comforts me
Such a man is he, is he,
And so rare, his attention.

He did not tempt me, not at first,
But oh, then came the thirst, the thirst
Slowly, like scales falling.

From my eyes they fell and burst
And in his eyes I was immersed,
Baptismal waters scalding.

I see him now as Summer passes
Through both dark and rosy glasses,
As the sun beats down.

So whence the dark? It is perhaps his,
Or not; my comfort now collapses
As the grass turns brown.

I see him as the Summer ends.
I think back to when, to when,
Before the truth and weeping

When I could still pretend, pretend
That he was just a friend, a friend
Before the Fall came creeping.

Summer's hot.
He is not.
He wears a dozen masks.

I am hot.
I see him not.
Summer never lasts.