What's become of everything I've done?
I'll let the summer fog envelop my body
As the sleeping town endorsed thee
With a shrine or a low tide
For the moon to come and sit beside
And sink into the ocean.
For my clouded mind is seen to reside
In the fulfilment of youth and the vista of truth.
Allow now as once before,
the sun to bow as the waves do roar
all rights reserved