Kevin Michael Bloor

One Summer

One summer, I was loved with fire so fierce
by girl, whose smile, like Cupid’s barb did pierce
the endless aching of my broken heart;
with sunlight she filled up each pining part!

She calmed the restless raging of my mind,
and kissed with quiet breathing that did bind
the wounds within, where witch with wingless feet
had savaged me and sifted me like wheat.

This girl, with tresses blonde and eyes of fire
I\'d longed for all my life with deep desire.
She haunted me in sleepy, twilight dreams,
surrounded me with moon-lit golden gleams.

She wooed, with wide-eyed wonder, and with wings,
soothed sorrowed soul within so now it sings!
She held me in the hollow of her hand,
and slept with me on snow-white silver sand.

Yes, I was loved, and it was not a dream;
it was a goddess by that sun-lit stream,
who breathed me back to life from dusty death
by beauty that she breathed with ev’ry breath!