A distant shore or a foreign land might days with agenda's chores and plans might shadow hide imperfections so that those vain men might find a smile as their searches begin Spring, your Winters are gone your snow's have melted Summer shall have us to curse the Sun. The Moon of night shall come in Phases. Yet Summer might we Fall in Love beneath the Moon's brilliant light Then Dawns shall start the newness of might we began in the morning Light!