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The Silence of Midsummer

In the bygone age of yester-year,
When the days were long,
And the nights were clear,
A gusty wind blew the curtains sheer,
In the warmth of midsummer.
 
A gray owl of the stateliest kind,
Announced the fleeting,
And somewhat defined,
Ending of the day and clouds outlined,
The twilight of midsummer.
 
The darkness growing ever darker,
While in the moon’s light,
With cricket barkers,
Tree silhouettes grew ever starker.
In this symphony of midsummer.
 
A scent of marigold laced the air,
And in this chamber,
Of majestic flair,
Stood by the terrace a lover pair,
In this dream in midsummer.
 
“Come back to me, I pray you,” said she,
“Always... you alone,
hold my heart,” said he,
“All goodwill in my fortune, I see!”
A goodbye in midsummer.
 
 
 
 
 
A year and day she waited for him,
To greet him with love,
But the news came grim,
He fought brave, though chance to live was slim,
In the battle of midsummer.
 
‘From the doomed mans lips he whispered this,’
They told her that day,
‘"I give a soul kiss,
To my sweet love, the heart of my bliss."’
In the old days of midsummer.
 
Years passed by and at night some still say,
They can hear her weep,
In her wish to lay,
In her lovers arms, caught in the fray,
In the silence of midsummer.

(C) Asteria Nyx

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