Summer is the earth's hot glory.

Sweat covered me much more effectively than my clothes.

I couldn't think in this drought.

Looking for inspiration around me,

All I saw was patches of dried up grass.

I wondered if they felt the burn.

I watched the charming boy-next-door

Wanting, if nothing else, to write for him

And bring back his dad with my words.

He looked so lonely

And I wanted to take the pain

Out of his black suit.

If only he would tell me how death feels.

It was emotions running rampant,

Blood boiling in all-time highs

And everyone swaggering around with their secrets.

Nothing was said (It was all in the eyes)

We were all waiting for that autumn breeze.

Too hot for tongues

And no-one dared to speak.