june poem

The sun, this second
has just multiplied
mild and wild
in sheltered eyes
stretch
reach out
with sweet nectar hands
trace the stream
lead the way
and take oath to the land
fingers wade in swaying fields
never shall they languish
in vernal rain
and cool green winds
our minds are free from anguish
when nights are short
and we aren't yet mourners
and the sun returns to it's true borders
we sleep with minds of love and static
our futures far
and enigmatic