She didn't like the summer... (№ 391052)

She didn't like summer,
melted by the sun the air
flowing on asphalt in the nerves and wires.
It was filled with light seasonal transitions
and thunder thick contralto voice gave color to the dreams.
She liked to Wake up from the echoing touches
to the incline of roofs, cornices silver sonorous strings -
the scope for improvisation, the richness of sentiment,
obedience to her whims...
She will not betray the fire
sleepless nights are cool, lilac Blues of dawn,
intermittent whisper of bliss remaining on the lips.
Scattered stars in the Pleiades weave until morning sonnets...
Performed by Muse reggae she'll revive in verse.