Dreams of summer
Catapult your mind to the rusted pier
A journey of months
To watch sharpest shadows revolve

Violent waves still crash
But w/out cooled souls their dance
Cuts your eyes & dries your throat
The crunch of stones replaced by silence

A warrior departs
The wilderness child returns
Darkest nights birth shortest days
Statues stand alone & turtle doves fly home

No longer free, joy gives way
To labour’s gift & the city life
As summer calls trying to wake you
Hulking black dogs keep you quiet & still.