My Summer Goes To Dreams

My summer goes to dreams quite faraway,
With wings of love and daydreaming so much;
For all is young in night and newborn day,
Like opening bouquets that need its first touch.
The flowing of the tones like wings in air,
In bringing clouds together that're drifting;
Like things that wake up and are quite aware,
How light comes to grow in twilight's shifting.
And call out love to love without its wound,
That nightingales in shadows gave before;
How depress is the day without its battleground,
For nothing comes of flowers that we abhor.
Yes keep my dream better and always going,
For greatness is in soul and forests growing.