Thanks for this summer, again

these summers - alas -
they never are alike
never are alike
new grass, new flowers
new generations of the birds
and us, wiser with one more year
others kissed the last time
leaving only the love behind

for you and me, for you and me
sleepless midsommer nights
speechless communications
understanding to the deepest
the tunes of music being so tender,
so gentle to the mind

fulfillment of joyful plays of destiny
so eager to drop, so willing to sacrifice
but, at the very same time so teaching
rewarding and gratifying

that you only can laugh, laugh loud
and give the gratitude to those
whose lovefruit you were
-- so little di they know
---so very little did they know