V A E L O R A - Summer End

Don't go yet, don't, don't go yet.
Salt on my skin.
Don't go yet, don't, don't go yet.
Let the gold sink in.
We were loud, we were light, now the air turns thin.
Don't go yet, don't, don't go yet.
Stay a little longer in.
The hose laid silver on the grass where we ran with Bethy Klein.
Ice melting in a blue cup, dripping circles on the scene.
Your sunglasses on the chair, catching one last band of sun.