How I long for a cool breeze when I sit
In summer's heat and wet air in my cot,
Oh how I miss those cold days barely lit
When beneath the full bright sun I walk hot.
But when those cold days are finally here
And the winds of deadly ice my cot meet,
I miss that sun, and wish those rays are near
I wish to walk under the yellow heat.
In times of lengthy silence I do seek
Some talk, some noise, some footsteps and some sound
Then through a chaotic and noisy week
How I miss deep silence being around.
But maiden, heed that you're never the case
Nigh or far, I much admire your face.
