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.