Sweet Surrender

My heart in sweet surrender
Mid July to late September
Hew the day in morning glory
To quill thy heart in vestige story

My mind be held a clutter
Within my voice I hear a mutter
Slivers slip one ounce of pain
Moonlight glistens upon my pane

Sweet surrender sun slip eyes
Vestige gleamed to my surprise
Deem I be your moonlit lover
Unlike the day, my sunlit mother

Slip of fears in whispered tears
Alas my thoughts of yesteryears
When I was young, I sense my ocean
Where now I weep, upon that notion

To be grilled upon loves fan
Then to have lived a selfish man
My love is but a sliver
Lonely years, of endless winters