This Summer's Eve.

She looked up into the evening sky,

Where the warm, moon shone bright,

Wondering how her life had gone this way,

Wondering where and why.

She had traveled so far, and so long,

She wanted it to end, to cease,

The evening sky's wind arose,

Singing like a song.

She looked up praying,

That her travels will end somewhere needed,

Somewhere that she wanted to be,

Somewhere to where she could be staying.