SUMMER POSTPONED

We owe ourselves a summer

of village mornings, urban afternoons,

Mediterranean nights,

limpid dawns and twilights

redolent of lindens and wistarias…

A summerful

of conquests, promises and yearning;

of ancient seasons and celestial destinies,

of moonlight shattering through waves,

of your tremulous temples

and of your wistful brow.

We owe ourselves an unbridled sun
and a hushed drizzle
to abbreviate the afternoon
and beget life.

We owe ourselves words, laughter, silences

and dreams in which our footsteps

never veer apart.

We owe each other moonlit caresses

and nocturnal secrets,

the intolerable search for our encounter

the stillness, the delirium, the faith

and the horizon of an infinite lifetime

made of beaches and cloudlets,

of your eyes and your light…

Your light and our miracle.