Dear black-eyed Susan

Dear black-eyed Susan,
The heat of summer waves roll over me,
Yet the flowers foresee their death.
Time saunters past crunching apple-leaves,
Sighing through windmill plains,
Pouring into vats to flutter my pain.
It grows it grows,
The ending knows, it’s time is nigh.

Your vine wrapped so tight
I’m washing your sweet song
Heart pumping with all your might
From my roots I purge myself
Your eyes flooded with light
I allow a single drop t’fall.

For summer signals my damn,
Yields my scepter,
Grants me a rusted gate,
That which time swings shut.

The end returns.
Water falls.
I drink with greed.

Indeed,
I understand the torrent,
My dear black-eyed Susan,
I’m feeling the scars of a loving freedom.
Those whipped vines lash and lace my neck
I fall I fall.
I find a forgotten trench
And once more I collapse in the dust and wind
And surrender to time.

Dear black-eyed Susan

penelope13

Joined January 2008

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