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Stories of Summer

Far from wonder nearing the end of pain,
Summer trying to explain chilling deign,
That falls by wayside shadows drunk from day,
Such curiosity milling away,
So long eating nerves of God-given chance,
Till escape becomes a stroll without glance,
Now the eyes have it like ocean sunsets,
Dragging us under spells lest life forgets.

The sea presents a memory with dry hand,
Such 'scapes that shape the current trending land,
Upon which hopes depend with life to mend,
Every step nearer faithful Oak transcend,
With a ripple of kernel-bowed applause,
And the rearrangement of sense that draws,
Parallels of breath by the rue of fate,
Whence sunbeams traverse this path-blessed sate.

Possibly the finest way of exchange,
Sane is the reign afforded rate of range,
In Nature's summer bowl of fruitful tone,
Holding-on where we let-go, light's great throne,
Seated beside Her regalia shared,
Faith found is belief enough, with life aired,
Congregating under boughs - a true friend,
Take by the hand a time we all commend.

04 August, 2014
©2014 Daniel Brooks-Laurent
(For those, including me, who seek the light)

Strictly copyrighted - not to be used elsewhere without my exclusive prior permission.

Description

Stories of Summer

Far from wonder nearing the end of pain,
Summer trying to explain chilling deign,
That falls by wayside shadows drunk from day,
Such curiosity milling away,
So long eating nerves of God-given chance,
Till escape becomes a stroll without glance,
Now the eyes have it like ocean sunsets,
Dragging us under spells lest life forgets.

The sea presents a memory with dry hand,
Such 'scapes that shape the current trending land,
Upon which hopes depend with life to mend,
Every step nearer faithful Oak transcend,
With a ripple of kernel-bowed applause,
And the rearrangement of sense that draws,
Parallels of breath by the rue of fate,
Whence sunbeams traverse this path-blessed sate.

Possibly the finest way of exchange,
Sane is the reign afforded rate of range,
In Nature's summer bowl of fruitful tone,
Holding-on where we let-go, light's great throne,
Seated beside Her regalia shared,
Faith found is belief enough, with life aired,
Congregating under boughs - a true friend,
Take by the hand a time we all commend.

04 August, 2014
©2014 Daniel Brooks-Laurent
(For those, including me, who seek the light)

Strictly copyrighted - not to be used elsewhere without my exclusive prior permission.