Soak the sunCinnamonWhat went wrongSummer SongSplinter snagwindvein raggedFaded trendsSummer endsWhat’s that I thought I heard you say?Lunarscape and cold winds on their wayWhistling banshee through the screenSalt air and isolation stingMelon seed-spitting warsToys lost in the sandInnocence is scorchedSummer leaves its brandBat away a hurricane’s eyelashUshering by the season pastHinting, dapples pinching through my sleeveIntimating that I leaveHurricane remember meHurricane watch over meFrom this point we roll alongWithout a trace of summer song