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Michael Edwards

ON SUMMER NIGHTS LIKE THESE

 

 

ON SUMMER NIGHTS LIKE THESE

 

Seen through dirty window panes

from sandstone floors once swept of dust

beneath thin veils of peeling cloud

the breezes filter through the trees

and whisper indistinctively.

 

With contiguity of growth

the spectral arms of distant boughs

point far beyond the rutted tracks

long chiselled deep by labouring wheels

on summer nights like these.

 

And in those far remoter scenes

lie lands where rainbow dreams reside

and lost souls live in calm content

as worries fade in drifting tides

of slumbers reassurance.