The days danced long and wide
with the sweat of an eerie summer song  

Forget the past, she tucks it in her heart 
to drown the pulsing of that eerie summer song  

Stitched tight at the start of a quiet dream
embroidered with flowers quieting the eerie summer song  

With fine threads of silken bliss intertwined with a darkness
splashed to cool down the melancholy of an eerie summer song  

A Jane Kenyon poem, sultry dew dripping from early morning clouds
will she be allowed to block out such an eerie summer song  

Will it haunt her, full moon on a latent August night
drenched in the shadow of memory buried in an eerie summer song.