A Sacred Summer's Day

Once, throughout the stillness of a sultry summer’s day

I slept, until the stars appeared and moon came out to play

And as she rose resplendently when sister sun had set

I rued the dying of that day with ruthless, raw regret

For I had spent it senselessly, let hours like sand all seep

My eyes I’d closed so carelessly, so spitefully in sleep

So blindly I did blunder when I let it sail away:

That wasted world of wonder of a sacred summer’s day