BLISTERING SUMMER

Mine eyes doth pain
With the continuous watchful wait
Standing straight and silent
I gaze with a strength that would invoke a response
From the cruelest , most heartless soul
Tired , oh so tired and yet I gaze on


Dried leaves strewn on the grass
Swept past me on dry wings of an equally tired but restless wind
Cascading dying leaves all around me I see
The yellowing ghosts,
bright and shiny before departing for their brown abodes
and the sky ,a dusty gun metal grey
brings forth no respite.
No heavenly sprite clothed in wisps of grey and blue
To purge our souls with her cooling balm

Withered men and women
Tired walk about,hope is all that is left in their movements
Sapped,defeated yet awaiting that last release
Some face a long wait
Some have waited aeons
And yet wait some more…

Oh! What a fate,each an ancient mariner
Wild with the hunger in the soul
Each restless for the final escape
Yearning for deliverance and not knowing the way
Lost and found all at once
At mercy of the elements
Mere mortal shrouding souls of fire
Parched and dried but not beaten
Or are they spirits walking in the heat of this blistering summer?

Tired I trundle on…
And what do I see?
Dried leaves strewn on the grass
Swept past me on dry wings of an equally tired but restless wind
Cascading dying leaves all around me I see
The yellowing ghosts,
bright and shiny before departing for their brown abodes
and the sky ,a dusty gun metal grey
brings forth no respite.