The long legged days of summer
Unfold and stride
To meet the haggard gold
And life, in jewelled moments,
sparkles under shadow
Lights strewn on velvet
A smiling moon
You reach to touch its face
and meet cold hands
Of others seeking other shades
Gravid conviction, blown like sand
Or hope in drifts
like pledges out of time
betrothed to memory, not yet in mist
We see no landfall, but we smell it