June the Month
June, the month of sweet lilac comes, and is going
Soft like rivers over gurgling stones
There is a sorrow in me forever, but never showing
The sag of the sun within proud bones
They will gather in your name, and make your birth
Another reason for us to hold our places on the earth.
But I, I weep forever at your death, your loss to me
The water dripping from the roof, the plate so empty.
June, brought into the world, O sweet flower, remember
The smile were brightest butterflies
And through heart roared the racing cataract of summer
And your children dancing; your demise
Was not early either, for one hundred and one years past
But to a son who loved you, that was not long enough to last,
That was not eternity. For love and the beloved should stay
Side by side on every tide, you taught me so, did you disobey?
June, the month of logwood blossoms golden for the bees
Wind shaken carpet, hiding little thorns
I come to you again, to loiter under the honey scented trees
And taste the sting of your hollow morns
Your stirless kitchen and the empty lines, clotheless in the sun
Should not be so, was not so long ago where my life begun
For only here is that voice that groomed and fashioned our will
The river gurgling against us, wearing down the silent hill.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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