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 eyes & dries throats
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.
