Burning fires of day and night
Flowers of your wavering love
With every day returning bright
Through the clouds of far above
Morning singings to hold to me
Light in the gardens of thought
Flickering flames of wild free
To the shadows now brought
Day dreaming on in the dark
Of flowers bouquets gone wild
Glow their calling and spark
Every so dreamy and beguiled
All that my heart stands by
When there is nothing but old
In every corner and open sky
And you can‘t to summer hold
Burning tints of never return
In their distances red making
As wild shades now on burn
With autumn’s morning aching
Sweet were the dreams calling
From their footsteps of gone
Just like those leaves now falling
Till there are foliages of none
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