Summer’s End

It has been a long summer, 

coming now toward the end,

realizing that I haven’t rested.

Sitting in the soupy weather,

filled with doubt and dread.

All I want is to crawl away,

to seek the deep silence,

to enter into the vast mystery,

where love and passion join,

and I’m one with my lover.

Holding ourselves tightly,

against the forces of death.

To be away from the noise,

the smell of dank air, 

the cries of those chirping gulls,

who scavenge through the mess,

created by those whose vision,

is narrowed by the hate.

they so cheerfully speak of,

while we slowly burn ourselves,

thinking it’s the only way. 


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