..in the garden, with violets gathered in your hair, bride of Summer, what enchantment do you wear? kiss the water, river daughter, lock your smile away. hidden treasure, future pleasure for a rainy day, you say
outside my window, I hear you whisper in the evening breeze. you weave your story, a web of gold between the sleeping trees. tired flowers, dying hours, veil across the sky. distant thunder, sliding under, echoes of your sigh glide by