Raining in summer
On this majestic month of May,
The clouds have conspired with the sun in a mist of golden gray,
Like a toxic forbidden love that fights to stay,
Wishing to birth magic yet creating an agonizing flurry of disarray,
Burnt barks that run under my raven slippers,
To great distances drenched in distressed heavens,
Turning hazel hardwood to grow weary and wet,
To a tender, dull mossy carpet.
Now under the violet visions, with the waters amongst the sand,
Lay the silent infestation of invisible insects on a holiday land,
Blazing on our skin,
Making us itch like a physical sin,
Leaving a searing within.
The alchemist too can’t tell where to begin,
Why does such love have to be a battling pain that wins?
Either pour a flood or flash luminosity,
Dangling doors standing against the raining in summer days,
A hopeless spar, but I am tempted to jump in for a swim,
Nature’s gym.
….. My thoughts have derailed,
But the empress of the sea prevailed,
With oils that bind to her heart,
And clarity that shall never depart.
So what more do I need on the logs that stand in this prickly cave?
Copyright © Lioness Onpaper | Year Posted 2024
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