Ah, Summer; the last season of my discontent, <br />The last days of my forced internment- <br />May they be cloudless and temperate, <br />To mirror the desires of my heart, as I figure it <br />Is sure to be many a moon, where <br />I fear not the spectre of this gloom's stare. <br />Surely there are brighter days ahead; <br />Surely, the abject fear and darkness are dead! <br /> <br />May the Sun shine again, in my direction; <br />May it offer the aegis of its protection. <br />Should there be rains, let them nourish, not drown; <br />Should there be clouds, let them lift me up, not weigh me down. <br /> <br />Ah, Summer; with its end comes my rebirth; <br />Then I shall know again, what freedom is worth! <br /> <br /> <br />-Maurice Harris,27 June 2011<br /><br />Maurice Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ah-summer-2/
