power of the sun

where the frame of day falls at last to night
still it stays warm and few clouds mark the sky
insensibly we have arrived at summer might

there's still a soft and pleasant even light
the treetops don't seem quite as far or high
where the frame of day falls at last to night

we remake images into a single clear sight
nobody stops to ask wherefore or why
insensibly we have arrived at summer might

to name the power means we have got it right
the joyous birds cry out as home they fly
where the frame of day falls at last to night

the frames and shades reflect a different white
we do not note such things as time goes by
insensibly we have arrived at summer might

makers of grey magic sing us out of blight
another trade they soon will have to ply
where the frame of day falls at last to night
insensibly we have arrived at summer might

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister