Silent Good-bye

Silverly, silently you slip away
Into the night on your chariots of grey
Soundless the stead that draws you afar
Across the dark mead and beyond the pale star
Summer, ah summer, once lusty and green
Now a parched shell of what once had been

Tearfully, tenderly I watch as you go
Wantonly, wistfully; there is naught I can do
To bid you return; like the wisp of a sigh
You are gone like a friend who does not say good-by
Summer, ah summer, my bittersweet pain
I wish we could start all over again

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Janet Martin