Soak the sun    Cinnamon    What went wrong    Summer Song    Splinter snag    windvein ragged    Faded trends    Summer ends       What's that I thought I heard you say?    Lunarscape and cold winds on their way    Whistling banshee through the screen    Salt air and isolation sting       Melon seed-spitting wars    Toys lost in the sand    Innocence is scorched    Summer leaves its brand       Bat away a hurricane's eyelash    Ushering by the season past    Hinting, dapples pinching through my sleeve    Intimating that I leave       Hurricane remember me    Hurricane watch over me    From this point we roll along    Without a trace of summer song