Quiet pulse of the waves, the strum of wind in Linden leaves
Swaying of helicopteor seeds
soon to be freed.
Oh July, fading. Cool nights and bright days
The breach in my expectations
and Your ways.
Oh, heart, failing. Eye cried long ago, dreamt
Holding memories and kept
Grieved to be left.
To watch the yearnings drift into black and white
Tucked away, dusty and forgotten.
I cannot relive the season
Being here, now,
Is the reason,
the call.
It's the moments I truly
give myself
in love.
Can I love
Without demands?
Like the Linden seed, freed.
In the return
May I be a friend
Who is a place like home.
