Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Summer winds

i am the summer wind

long swept 'neath shadow dry alleys
I now leave burnt kisses on bare roads
and only stop for furious imaginary hitchhikers

my loneliness,
like the sweat of the mountain
only gathers dust and wanderers

my measure,
found in the backporch wood chimes
only gathers lazy aggravation

my purpose,
like the endless sunlit desert
only gathers questions, and boredom

my body,
found in singing windows, caves and ruins
only gathers echoes of mourning

hence released into hues of freedom
I now rush and drag at faces, leaves and clouds
and will only stop for her, the summer rain

i am the summer wind