In the bare of life.
Air of living, boon of worth.
Removed all trace of this tint,
that breathes in the air.
To devise which way, lurch beneath the twilight breeze.
When you are bare to the heavenly sun.
June's footstep is on the grass,
across the way beyond the touch.
Leaves night, I could barely sleep, goes after day.
To rest in the sun, to bare the day.