once I found you walking, with footsteps gently drawing you somewhere fit for falling... traps and snares you'd set for you... treasures so apalling, so dark and drear and all dazzling to you... you would not hear the calling of a likeness of summer, running in full bloom- once I found you walking with fingers roaming twining in your hair to soothe you and rubbing eyes and laughing, thrashing at the air around you, open hands a clapping and marking time; so seductive a tune, flowering perfumed persuading... a likeness of summer, running in full bloom... a likeness of summer, running in mad pursuit... a likeness of summer, running , after you.