When heat brews from balmy wind,
And leaves mature in a dark green shade,
The zenith of blazing sun
Enlarges the gaze at its grandeur.
Summer, recalling the flood of time,
performs its own solemn ritual,
In the mysterious Egyptian tales,
In Chang’an’s ringing golden bells,
In the fading Aztec’s sacrifice trail.
Trespassing a weightless season
A thousand faces by a flash
Are projected in the burning horizon,
Diminished by the overcast sky
Palpitating hearts and dazzles.
And as the deep, ardent voices growl,
Stars droop in the neon-lights pub
Which feeds endless cravings for desserts.
But hope, too, swelters in the lightning storm,
Which waters a vast oasis in desert.
When furor ends in the tipsy air
Silence of night breeds underground--
And when all but a shadow disillude,
Freshened breeze unfolds the Dawn.