For months our sun has hovered overhead
To crack the barren earth across its land.
The streams run dry, no summer buds expand,
No desert death has ever been so dead.

No haven safe as place where souls can run
Since truth, in brutal slumber, woke and found
A final fury tightly wound around
Each ember edifice of dying sun.

Malignant flaws turn light on human fears
and consequential truth replaces lies
as man forms memories with last goodbyes
remorseful eyes pour out torrential tears.

A final surge of heat falls harsh upon
The raw reflection of an amber dawn.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 07/14/2010 08:53PM by easyeverett.

A good summer read. Nicely done, Tom.

Les

Great closing couplet.