Midsummer Day's Dream
Slow, Summer days that slip away into
The drowsy twilight's welcoming embrace.
Soft, sun-bleached skies whose parasol of blue
Reflects the tranquil bloom on Summer's face.
Still, still the air that cradles on its wing
The orchestrated chant of sun-drunk bees;
And butterflies, so gaily fluttering,
Like polka dots held captive by the breeze.
Time holds its breath on reaching Summer's peak;
I hear the grasses whispering that this
Full moment holds the clue to all I seek,
A wordless, timeless, golden happiness.
Contained in earth, by sun and water blessed,
The Summer and my spirit come to rest.
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