Summer

White nights & summer’s on the runmarble cool beneath my feet &river pulls over reed beds, fishheads its secrets kept, its storystill unsaid. I’m searching for a speck of starbeyond the daily dross, I’m lookingout for where you are, waiting stillfor me: behind that tree beneath the shadowof the day that I might find just what I pleasebefore the summer’s soft light touchhas vanished over sea.