Trying to Understand Is Worth It
He fell in love with summer nights
The year of the exploding dawn
The ecstasy, the endless flights,
The morning’s crest when dark was gone
He put a ring around his pride
Athwart a line of endless lights
He came to know the man inside
And fell in love with summer nights
One man’s choices.
It’s summer in the Smokies,
She lives just up this hill;
And if he goes there now, then she
Will break his heart and will.
For she has done it many times,
And she can do it still
It’s summer in the Smokies,
He should just drive on by.
But he knows that this road & her
They both can get him high;
He’s bound to make his old mistake,
But could not tell you why
And so the smoky summer eve
Is falling in the glen.
He’s headed up the hill, to find
The doom of many men;
To know his weakness – know it well –
But still do it
Again
in days of softness summer sings
it’s varicolored chorus…
in days of softness summer sings
it’s varicolored chorus;
the bright life essence solstice brings
the sharp relief in minor things
through light we’re opened, porous
in moments of recumbency
we find our missing ardor;
the worried minutes hours flee
and all the lost, the you the me
invoke the sacred charter
in days of softness summer sighs
its song of sweet enchanting;
if love came first we’d realize
that tenderness is right and wise
and summer, time for planting —
the seeds, our lifetime’s
granting
The summer breaks, and skies come down,
It’s more than we can understand,
No safety anywhere in town
As darkness falls across the land
Let ev’ry heart that is awake
Take heed: the summer’s born to break –
As we are, when the feelings come
That leave us overwhelmed
And numb
Wow, this looks and smells good…
Summer’s real purpose
Barbecued burgers and brats
And, yeah – cold drinks, too
Two more lines – it’s a tanka –
Not sure about the long sleeves…
