Summer Face

The sound of her voice fills my empty heart,
With it my soul leaps and departs

Her presence in my life is like a lamp,
A flame that makes my spirit dance

But alas one cold evening came,
When I learned her real name

Her beautiful face came with a reason,
a reason that made me to try another season

The sound of her voice was replaced with cry of help
Her yearning I really felt

Her presence is now different than last summer,
Because neon lights shine upon her

My angel is now a flightless bird,
Who’s story is not been heard

I hope I can bring back that summer face,
That was pure and fresh