The skies were clear and our fireflies swayed as we slow danced under the summer stars
I heard gentle music whispering quietly through the trees
It was your voice speaking my name
I wish that it would echo forever in the twilight of the seasons

As the hourglass is put in motion, the sand isn't suffocating
It's the summer sun, burned in my mind that sets me alight in my own memories

What she wrote a while back:

When the winter chill blows the fallen auburn death from my hair
I find no shade to hide in, just empty branches covered in snow

Spring is too bright and taunting, my love;
The weather has my name dancing on it's tongue, twisted from your voice
I thought I could hear it's sound strengthening within bird calls at the new beginnings end
Each newborn butterfly is a reflection of those fireflies, following my footprints
The glass is impossible to shatter from anything but time
All the while it gets warmer in my heart and through the air I breathe

The scent of summertime brings rain through my soul, cleansing and fracturing
Though the birds still sing, they cry the name instead, of the girl within your arms

I stand from afar gazing with the fireflies slow dancing in unison with you and her
I'm still breathing in the same dreams through the broken shards of solstices welcoming embrace

My altered clouds are spiraling away in the cold evenings of midway
And freshly cut grass fades in between my desperate fingertips

But when autumn sheds from the skies again I must not get caught up in the leaves
Because if you ever need me again I have to be tangled up in summer

I just came up with a tune for it, Nadirs, I can has a lyricise?