Summer Dream
Cockle shells on sanded beach
that drift in, endless, with the tide:
pebbles, rounded globes of grey and gold,
glinting in the soft glow of autumn.
The evening breezes slowly drifting,
casting silvered shadows on the moon;
scattered stardust on a velvet cloth
brings thoughts of seasons gone.
Clouds above, a different world,
where black and white meets gold.
sandy bays with surf-tipped waves,
that let a lover’s world unfold.
Two bodies, bronzed by summer sun,
that lie, embraced, entwined.
two hearts that merge in love,
casting inhibition to the wind.
Fierce crescendo of the rise and fall
of changing tides, of burning passions;
the lover’s knot of beaten gold,
that sun and sand and love have wrought.
Within that sheltered solitude,
where Cupid’s children once had lain,
reflected glory of summer dreams,
continued memories remain.
If, within a million years or so,
the heavens create again the urge,
when moonlight falls on sanded beach,
then souls of passion will once again emerge.
Flotsam, still from summer’s dream,
that sleeps in everlasting rest,
eternal spring, recalling still
the lover’s ever-beating breast.
© 1978 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh
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