It's Summer Time Again

So the dry, warm, and hollow summers are here again.
They say the sky looks prettier during summer.
You have a feeling that you have seen this before,
You ponder if you will settle any of your chores.

You keep walking the streets, soaking in the heat,
Crunching the dry leaves under your shoes.
There is music in the air,
There is a song in your head.

The dry, warm, and hollow summers are here again.
You try hard to hold the glow on your face,
You wash your face and eyes and try to be a lover of the sun,
You glide homewards, you glide to a place where you find yourself.

You whistle a tune to yourself,
You hum the song which you wrote on a breezy night- last summer.
There is a moon in the clear skies,
There is a place beyond this one, there.