Long live summer nights.

I dream it not It makes me dream And I grow weary I do And I age plenty too It comes forth forcibly and passes so silly, so suddenly Therefore, I write to ease the soul and not the mind Like the engine and not the body inner qualities get us so where we need to be 'least for me it's true My dreams let me not be free mind meaningless soul survivor twisting these ideas my dreams fulfill easily Coherent and lucid, yet emotionally run art to hands release to hemispheres my plans, my courage The overwhelming flashes It's all in the writing that stands the outlasted To the summer nights and dreams the yielding scares no seek to fight but for communication to light I write you this For you, take it My sincerest thoughts you brought out of me I know you'll be leaving and letting me be And until then My words They'll come out And you will see Just how quietly.