The Season of You

Summer sets 
with long shadows 
stretching over ever-lengthening nights,
and a soft corn silk glow 
painted across the skies

It eases
into the gently rippled waters 
of my dreams
for one last dip before flying south 
for the winter.

The air whispers your name, 
nightly, against my ear
as I drift in the half sleep of empty hours
waiting for your absent touch

I count the seasons
as one might mark the passage
of the waxing gibbous,
awaiting the full moon.

When the winds carried you away, 
you took with you
my blueprint etched upon your fingertips
with my ink

But you have not disappeared
with the turning of the page,
for you left trails of memories 
land marked on my skin, 
emblazoned into my flesh with your hands 

I still feel you there
in every place you touched
for you have painted me 
in colours never seen before

And you have left part of yourself behind
to seep into my soul 
and remain until the rise
of a new summer. 



july 2007
Janet Reid




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