Flavours Of The Day

This is summer. Long days and short nights, Time to ponder and reflect, of long unused Candles waiting for winter to be lit. For whom does the bell toll as each hour passes? As the long evening descends from a cloudy sky, The last of the larks long since gone into the night. Stars yawn awake from their daytime slumber Looking sheepishly vacant dressing the night sky. Our love existing long overdue. I have to hold my breath and think of you. Once A flower in my garden picked months ago for a New spring day now gone. Now long shadows cast images on my wall. A time for sleep to wash the day from my eyes The flavours of the day and thoughts of you.