The cooler days, these soothes are here,

With colder nights and lack of  pains.

They’ll take me through this half of year

And stop here only when it rains.

The ides of summer spoke to me,

I ran as fast as in a dream

As if I’m running in the sea,

But fall is here, a welcomed seam.

A soothing solace waits, no perms,

A whisper in the nightly woes.

A grope in heats uncertain terms

A need for stable dancing crows.

Where worlds apart, their poles are spite

And needs for dreams, these middles bright,

And, there, I feel a newer start,

And, now, remember older plight.

These times, they turn to guided pasts

Where pains of present leaves my woes,

But inside my unruly blasts,

It leaves me in my broken throws.