~'Tis Summer~

'Tis Summer.

Songs of waves and hymns of streams are scattered.

A lump entwined they shape.

'Tis Summer.

Taste the briny drops that sink upon your sun-kissed skin.

The secrets of the ocean hear, as they lie hidden

in the depths of bitter exaltation.

'Tis Summer.

Let my fingers lace your slender neck, a chaos of dark clay to disclose.

But are you brave enough to lay an ear?

'Tis Summer.

And the harmony is restored against the bulwarks 

in the red horizon.

Tears of fears unspoken release the bottled years.

Years written into scrolls, washed onto the shore.

'Tis Summer.

And the salted rain will douse away my sins.

And purify my soul, until new ones

find their way

to me.