summer wind

i am sitting between bare walls in
a dream slowly dying here,  a page
refuses to be turned, a chapter finished

somewhere i heard there is new
life there, but all has stilled and though
calm is welcome chaos proposes crave

a night does not throw its own light; a
night of worn thought does not pose sleep,
nor rest -and the bird black shimmers unseen

new seasons gather their own dust, layers
placed on a page so willingly noticed and
i hear there is new life there chapter-ed

is daylight a goddess, an omen of willows
movement? - listen to the coming of a
footstep, a breath, a sound of wanting, want

i am sitting between a chapter and a
dream now dying.  the day remains quiet and
silently speechless - it is now autumn, it is

and there is no need for chime, the cradle
sits empty and the gifting of pages
has sipped its last cup of summer wind

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012


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