Midsummer flutters in on butterfly wings.
Softly landing on the corolla leading to the petals.
Slow motion has been initiated by summer,
people, air, insects and life has slowed.
Summer doesn't rush, summer doesn't push.
Summer lazes in a haze of shimmering heat.

Only tempers get short during long summer nights.
Humid hate filled anger disrupts the slow tempo,
only to quickly dampen in the humid stultifying night heat.
Honeysuckle, jasmine, water lilies and evening primrose,
come out and soothe the moonlit summer night.
A breeze rises and soothes the weary mind.

Summer night blooms, in more ways than one,
moonlight shimmers like gossamer threads
down onto the flower beds, the flower's
fragrance fills the air, soothing, calming,
softly, sweetly filling summertime with cruel kindness.
Cruelty of heat the kindness of sweet flowers.

The closer I draw to you Lord
The more I see of myself
The sinful man
I know that I am
Needing you more than life itself

Until I no longer can stand
Falling into your mercy and grace
For it's all that I see
Being all that I need
You above everything else

Not dwelling on countless misfortunes
Rejoicing when trials begin
Knowing inside of the fire
I will be refined
To where I should always have been

Held tightly to your *****
Tucked safely under your wing
Where given the chance
I drop all pretense
And you then are all that I see

Last night, I had a dream
Of a voice calling out to me
Signalling me through the darkness
Empty whispers I couldn't figure out
And then a ******-throat scream.
I was walking with my eyes closed
And yet, I was wide awake
Into the woods somewhere unknown
So confident I was, I was so sure
Making my way into the stray.
Behind the back of my mind,
Something felt ignited
A desperate call from space
Sore eyes and a rusty soul
Like begging me to come home.
The coldness seeped into my veins
The wind whistled into my ears
The tales of what I really am
Decoding the silence of the night
Peacefully murdering the scam.
The sound of the water ripples
The full moon and the sleeping dawn
The wolves howled flawlessly
To stir the stillness of my song.
A distant voice called out to me
The resonance injected into my bones
Like a faint cry for help,
A craving for deep connection
Strange, how I felt the whole time
Like that voice was mine.