AUGUST

My feelings after the Tour de France...

So as August draws nigh and winter soon comes to an end

further north the summer is almost over

This is where my thoughts are

And in my heart this time of year there is sadness

If you must know what lingers there

If I must tell you

will you understand?

or will you brush it aside as foolishness

Now as I stand here

could I be forgiven for memories of happier days gone by?

Memories

yes we clamour for its sweet nectar

like sunflowers dancing in the summer breeze

Will my journey be long and slow?

does this place have such a hold on me?

That shadows walk in my consciousness

that lay sweetly, softly, passionately

holding preciously on as if there can be no better

And one day when the reaper has

done her task

when I can no longer recall these moments

here on Earth

When I can no longer recall

the summer time and the sleepiness of July

Will I be a better man?

So in closing

as August slowly creeps closer

as always I am left alone in my state

that state that every human knows

though if they could and even if they tried

we would still want to keep just a small

part of it

A piece of golden sun

a piece of memory

one that is forever sweet

but yet reluctantly knowing

It could not…and shall never return.

August.