the sun is high / the sun is bright,
its light glancing off
the metal to
my eyes.
before us stretches the blue silk
of undying infinity; and above us -
as if in answer -
a cloudless, endless sky.
i look up, ahead, and far, far out;
but still can't see
where your ship is meant
to anchor. the sails
are up, the wind is here.
your course has been plotted
since long ago.
and we've always known
we'd have to say good-bye.
the summer is ending
but the sun is high;
the summer is ending
but the sun is bright.
the trumpeter still has his eyes
tightly shut,
and he breathes his music -
our farewell, to you -
unhesitantly, boldly.
i wish that i was more like
trumpet song: proud, unyielding,
unbending - strong.
but i'm not, and that's why i'll
only wait here and watch from
the white cliffs.
it's a steep climb up here
though i know you can find your way.
but that's why i'll hide in the shade
of these trees
until you're gone, gone,
for always.
because the summer is ending
but the sun is high;
you're leaving,
but the sun is bright.
because
i'll say good-bye to summer,
but i won't to you.
i'll say good-bye to summer,
but i won't
to you.
