Summer harvest moment
After the rain is the moist air
linger in the old port city
it's still warm, the dreams are wet
but sadly the lover closes his eyes
love is lost, the earth seems flat
nowhere does he find platonic sentences
he must now love the dark in silence
no summer flair, or urban entertainment
people don't see him, rather poke fun
that individual far beyond the horizon
who could still hear him in dreams
ran off with a vulgar slut
now he's crying lonely in his summer bed
maybe the writing will comfort him a bit
for his dearest love has discharged him.
© Hector Havermout