Honestly do you see?
What may be, what is to be,
What is to be said of heavenly?
To follow where you are,
Is to be wishing on a star,
Honestly you drift too far!
The darkness between us
Is bidding ours to discuss,
Sweet light and beauty thus.
Summer is dead and ruined,
Influenced by nothin' doin'
By different ways of viewin'.
Where Eyes Are Set
Harold Clapsaddle