Like a candle waiting for a flame
The desert yearning for the rain
Like pleasure calling pain
The summer waits to fade

Ice cubes melt on hot bodies pushing
Yelps of cheerful coldness
A severity of the mountains
Turning in a wind of euphemisms
And a rocking chair of deliberation

Like a flower waiting to bloom
Petals falling in a darkened room
Fatally crisping to their doom
The photo fades too soon

And even drops of blood so fine
Vaporous breathy sighs
Can pass through the eye
Of the metaphorical needle
Sighing in the summer heat
Of the desert going without rain

And your tears are like mine
They say and we’re not surprised because they
Always were when in hell it was a cold day
When the lights went out with an absence
And the candle never did light
And the cockerels never fought

And when I was waiting for you
When you were waiting for me to wait for you
Waiting for the flower to burst
To bloom

Summer always fades like a candle
Flickering in the changing wind
Like a photo left in the sun
That smells of the leaves of petals
Like coconuts blowing in the breeze
Across the sea reflecting the sun
As it falls and hides from the sky
Resurfacing in a burst of reddened glory

How we burst with reddened glory
How we would have liked to

The wind is gone
And I sleep at night
Smokey flames are lonely times

Its all relative, all understood,
Except for when we don’t understand.