The Solstice’s Gentle Whisper

And when you leave
you’ll have been another mistake
that I made through inaction
through these years
blowing in the breeze
as a dried dead husk
What I will miss the most
as with so many others
is the idea of you
the pillow intimacy
and soft words unsaid
only ever imagined

I need the heat of summer
I need to feel her breeze in my beard
that wisp that taps my shoulder
haunting me through my waking dreams
arousing me to this fever pitch

That gesture you made
as you walked away
like on a hot dry day
being bathed in the sea
an incongruous ebb
amongst the never ceasing flow
Or like the breeze
with the scent of summer flowers
against the torrential showers
whisking about with ease
this last bastion of hope
from the unthreading rope

I need the summer comfort
I need to feel her caress; her breeze
that hand on the back like a salve
unknowingly pushing me onward
despite all this resistance

And when this grows
ever too cold to bear
after summer has left her snare behind
to turn this sanguineous
stream frozen still
with only hapless hope
Will she return
to this land once more
bringing with her
the time when again
hills are verdantly beaming
bright against the sky

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The Solstice’s Gentle Whisper

Last Summer

Why’d you have to go and fall
Last Summer, you were so great

It’s the summer, we’re happy
Im blinded by my own disbelief
This ugly haze beset upon my gaze
Soon to be cast to the side
But there’s a smile on my face
Ever to my heart’s content

Why’d you have to go and fall
Springin’ forward, past all this shit

The rocks stuck in your feet
They’re like these stones I’ve grown
So bold with a story to tell
A fever to catch the world on fire
Burn it down ’til theres nothing left
Leaving ashes for the brashest

Why’d you have to go and fall
Into this cold cold winter

This empty bed’s been mocking me
And I’m freezing, as in my nightmares
Cold, lonely and biting my tongue
Biding my time, forever patient
‘Til I’m bled dry from my mouth
You won’t find me limp, cold on the floor

Why’d you have to go and fall
Oh Autumn, we’ve reached rock bottom!

I can see the bags filled with lies under your eyes
This pyre you’ve tried to make of me
It couldn’t even warm your heart
Though I’d love for you to jump right in
But it takes oxygen to burn
And you haven’t come up yet…

Last Summer

Hotel Rooftop, Tel Aviv

The city’s busy streets
Depleting this meaning
Full of hapless beaming
The energy of many
Theoretically betting
On the strength of this webbing
Binding the once blinded
To the extrasensual

The wind’s stirring
Like hair and leaves in the breeze
And the shifting boughs in the trees
Leaving me shaking at the knees

The water’s ebbing
Its waves in flow
From the undertow
All to prove its worth in show

But this fire burns brighter
From the darkness
It makes the world lighter
Releases the dark from all of this

From the earth, it all comes
Waiting for the day to bring us back
Our bodies and souls it beacons
To relieve us of what we lack

Hotel Rooftop, Tel Aviv