When The Summer Came Without a Sound

It came one dawn with no decree,
No thunderclap, no swaying tree.
The sky just blushed, the breeze grew bold,
The morning shrugged off winter’s hold.

A scent of sapphire in the air,
Bare feet, bright skies, and skin laid bare.
It didn’t ask, it simply burned,
And hearts we’d locked were quick-returned.

From Tokyo’s streets to Cairo’s sand,
It touched each life with golden hand.
Markets bloomed, and lovers kissed,
And strangers smiled through salted mist.

Children ran through fields unplanned,
Dreams grew wild like desert land.
Even war-torn towns found space
For fleeting joy, for sun’s embrace.

You found me where the boardwalk bends,
We danced as though the world made sense.
Your laughter lit the ocean’s face,
Your fingers slowed the planet’s pace.

Those days were stitched with lemonade,
With firefly light and evening shade.
Each moment flared, then disappeared
But left behind the love we feared.

For summer never stays too long
It hums its bold, rebellious song,
Then fades behind September's veil,
A comet’s kiss, a burning trail.

And as it leaves, we stand and yearn
For just one spark, for its return.
We wear our coats but dream in heat,
Still hearing sandals on the street.

Because it taught us how to feel
A world where every wound could heal.
A season not of time, but flame
And no one leaves it quite the same.