.
Steal me from dreams.
My head
is lifted by
words you never spoke aloud,
only whispered into the fog.
It took a while
for me to hear,
for the heat
of this late summer
had filled me with old memories.
Thoughts that came and left,
like itinerant lovers.
My mind was made,
a pure distraction.
Then I heard your voice,
like a cold shock,
a word disturbing.
Touched me like a hand
in the darkness,
startling me from my
hedonistic slumber.
Awake now,
but for the moment,
tepid.
Still trying
to blink the sleep from my eyes
and discern the shape
of wanting.
Wanting to seek you out
and walk with you
in the way
of all things liberated
from the land of dreams.
Sun set
and sun rise.
The August fires
burn into September.
Soon, the trees alight
with their color,
and we begin to nurture
the embers within.
No time for dreamers, now.
Harvest comes
and with the bounty,
darkness.
A vein of time
we should awake to,
like the sky in late summer.
HG – 2022
