Archive | August 2014


When summer looked late,
its golden flag unfurled,
I found I’d lost my eyes;
I found I’d lost my words.

Close the door,
open the windows
and let it steal
across your sleeping form —
wait for waking to take.

And it is here,
somewhere —
that secret we keep.
But it won’t come easy.

We dream deprivation’s retreat.
And it will come,
so we place our bets —
even knowing how long
it takes to turn.