The light of the night, the soul of the stroll
The scale of the trail, a knoll of console
The time so sublime, new friends til the end
No care in the air, only moments to pen
A case to embrace, be it rhyme or a verse
Highlight what you write, a prayer or a curse
Your flight to Dolomite, no storm only warm
Remember the ember, a moment to transform
Exile any guile, disband all the labels
The elation of constellations, you’re scribing a fable
Make a moment to own it, a puzzle with missing piece
Now complete, quite discrete, provokes her release
Don’t deny the butterfly, a token of an omen
The touch was just such, a soul no longer broken
This dally in the valley, the heather and the feather
Your stand and your hand, are altering the weather
A lift of your gift, in this prime of your time
Needs a thanks that is frank, please continue to rhyme
So compose with repose, shining grace on your space
Lay missives and memories, forever to encase
Bask in your last days, what a wonderous time
A holiday distinct, ne’er forget this summertime
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