July: the heat sears everything but those sheltered in the shadows. <br />In an irony, my day starts thinking of its end. <br />I am drenched in sweat; my gaze piercing through the translucent window, <br />now opaque in the layers of dust and of cobwebs and of time. <br />From the blinding glimmer, I sense an afternoon sun in its incompassionate blaze <br />and think of the birds whose shadows whisk nameless forms on the panes, <br />mere fleeting blurs to one who sees only through his eyes. <br />I am like the birds feathered in sadness. <br />Though I fly, I am able only on wings singed by the sun of solitude. <br />And I thirst for you in a land parched of everything but the season's harshness. <br />Now here amidst the dying sound of the boiler's hiss, <br />four bare walls and a contraption of metal boxes choke me. <br />I am a bird forced to summer in a sad aviary. <br />Yet strangely, inside me, there are only patience and silence that breed. <br />Perhaps it is that I am certain of a September <br />where all traces of summer are washed away with the falling of leaves, <br />an autumn where wooden aviaries waste away in the cold damp air. <br />And I'll take to the sky, made to fly not by instinct but by need. <br />I will have to seek, what for now, circumstance has taken. <br />The moon will be my compass, and darkness, my only path. <br />But the stars will guide me. <br />I will soar beyond the limits of tears and sacrifices <br />towards home where you have waited for so long. <br />At the journey's end, you'll find behind my wings <br />scorched memories of a strange land, <br />while within me, unseared by the summer's heat, <br />in a cove long chasmed by your absence, <br />there'll be my life in its smallest bundle - <br />a heart nurtured in the shadows of your love. <br /> <br />Kath, look forward to September...<br /><br />Richard R. Navarro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/look-forward-to-september/
