Summer's Heat

It had birthed, for me, in a dream, moonlit And is still in my soul, dancing freely Allowing me not to tame it with my wit Not even to wash it away tearfully As a love it is, still misunderstood By those for whom death is the end of life Yet, it is our gate to the divine-hood A gift to save us from the mundane filth Hurting I am, in this love's torture Yet, in my secret garden, it shall thrive Even if it has been met with closure I shall keep it, till my demise, alive If the Gods shall deem us as having lost I shall ask to be turned into melting frost Written on 3rd June 2020 For Contest Summer's Heat Sponsored by John Hamilton