Spells of the Night

The summer's raining down my soul. I feel the storm begin to Go. The calm is running Through the breeze. I breathe and talk Without a cease. Images waking on the Day. Dreams that still begin to stay. A quiet breath that doesn't fade. The beat beneath the moment stray. I'm the sunrise looming through. Every note begins to blue. Warmth that dusk in open air. Golden reason everywhere. I'm the sunrise melting flame. In the storms that call the pain. Through the dark to something shame. I'm not sure where people do games. The golden sunrise deep and sure. A thunderstorm beating the cold. Peak in the sky, become the door. Peak in the storm, begin to show. The summer breaks and cries. The breeze that tastes the skies. The golden red of flame. Calling, beaming through the name. I'm the sunrise deep and gray. Lost in pieces, nothing plain. Dreams are down, the stars again. I'm chasing ghosts of all the pain. I'm the sunrise beating down. The summer's raining down my soul. I'm drifting To summer's rain. I see the night behind. A softer place in time. The flames are beating stone. But something stays with-