Last Summer
By Morgan LeFay
What am I? Child? Woman? I know not where I belong Nor what empty place I am meant to fill What a kindness innocence is To blind a child's eyes from truth And hide this world in magic's gentle drape Now my childhood ends in fading glory Yet I am no woman grown Nor ready to leave my fairy tales behind To smolder in my ashes Like blazing nest of Phoenix This, my last summer of freedom My gateway into triumphant slavery Never again will I be free To while my hours in foolish thought Instead of doing what our world demands I bid farewell now in this final luxury To all that I have been Now all my fantasies have passed me by Like lilies floating down a river of blood Even my hopeless tears cannot call back To find my lost beliefs So now, in utter sorrow breaking I weep as for my death I cry as though my soul has gone from me I mourn for my last summer My last freedomany suggestions please Written August 8th, 2001 © on Aug 08 2001 12:13 PM PST 0 • 1
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"What am I?..."