Last summer sun
strains to warm

the lawn, damp
with last night’s

dew;

formless phantoms
of the night take

flight, & my head
aches with wanton

dreams:

you are light
you are dark
this way ‘n that
you are molten.

The trees undress
their fancy garb

& all around the
chill seeps through

brickwork into bone:

you are iron
you are steel
immovable in
you’re intent

you are up
you are down
you are molten.

My sills are full
of sea shell shores

my mind vibrates
with warmer climes

foreign beaches
potent spice & all

that I have left
behind

those cultures rich
with coloured rhyme

these songs I bring
to you.

You are here
you are there
you leave your
essence

everywhere;

you are steel
you are stone
you are molten.