Will love’s sweet flame illuminate the sky,
or will it drizzle the tears of sadness
in summer’s tender crossroads,
I stand with a bouquet of flowers
each petal whispers tales of love,
yet sings a symphony of melancholy
the sun ascends,
the breeze settles
flowers bloom
rain pours
hope never dies
is it the warmth of summer’s embrace
or the hush of a cloudy sky
in the somber dance of a rainfall
love’s sweet promise is unattained
I face the tragedy’s cruel art
at the crossroads,
with a fateful cry
will love drizzle the tears of tragedy
or will its sweet flame illuminate my world
Beyond Dimension 