Masters of Summer

Soft summer song,

The master of flesh

And phantom dreams;

A twirling dance

One must allow to dizzy

Themselves in

Or the winds,

The winds whirl into a cage

And encamp the spirit within.

Sure swaying sun,

The master of sight,

And sensational desires;

A soaring leap

One must allow to lift

Up and up and-

Or the skies,

The skies will melt into a pit

And encamp the spirit within.

Sweet Sighing shore,

The master of spirit

And floating thoughts;

A plea of endless depth

One must allow to sink

Into the core

Or the earth,

The earth will shrink into a pebble

And encamp the spirit within.

Listen-

The masters are calling.