SUMMER DREAMS

 

A storm of cicadas shrills

through Summer's

lush, cloying sweetness,

bedevilling the dense

verdure as furies, as spirits 

of tortured mutes

who find a collective voice

in death.

Screaming blossoms haunt

my Summer garden,

Summer dreams,

I dream screaming dreams

in gardens of

slumberless Summers amid

blooms bleeding,

streaming strident strings 

into red synapses.

Her dead image they immure

in cold silver-framed

glass, in dusty, lifeless

memory books, bestowing

smiles denied her in life upon

her lightless likeness. 

Summer shall return, my sister,

weeping for those

whose tears no longer fall,

raging for our tongueless dead

amid wine-laced laughter

and feather beds.

They, who measure the fading

of hothouse blooms

and plot the contours of

gold-scented candle flames,

shall not hear those they failed

to see. My Summer's

light shall ever hold the waning

luminous emittance of your

dying eyes.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: YOUNG GIRL WITH A VASE OF FLOWERS

Artist: Théo van Rysselberghe

Source: www.artscroll.ru