I love the cool night air,
The way it fills up my lungs...
The way it breezes by my ears,
Whispering the songs never sung.
Cool, summer-night air,
A microcosmic bliss...
Being the things that mean something,
Being a love that I miss.
Too-cool, summer-night breeze,
One that can make me ill...
Though I can’t bring myself to leave you,
And the wretched hope you instill.
Cold, summer-night wind,
An unfair surprise...
I now must escape thee,
And your enchanting, truthful lies.