weep, my love, July;

Augustus close your gentle eyes

and listen to the whispers of the wind.

Augustus open up your heart

to the echo sound within.

may your soul accept my love;

naught but cast away my sin...

weep, my love, July,

as I bring my single finger

to close your gentle eyes.

I run my hand along your silky skin;

a tear on either cheek to glisten

as the whispers in the wind halt; listen:

a curve brings your roam to naught.

weep, my love, eternal;

weep, my love, July.

weep for my anguish.