The summer is slowly turning into the golden days before autumn
Longer days shorten like quicksand, and I have missed them all
Absorbed in the rush of demands and the tide of expectations
Waiting for the unrest to finally rest; for the paper walls to fall.
So much time sifted through the hourglass of a worried mind
I don’t want miss the last of these shimmering, sun-drenched days,
So let’s meet at the harbor of our past disappointments
Into the smooth sailing waters of here, of now, of today.
Shed the old skin of unworthiness clinging to your soul
There is nothing but transparency, there is no story left untold
Fall into the reassurance of what it means to be embraced
For all that you are, for the earnestness of a considerate face.