last summer night

Hyacinth garden

love grasps me I am caged once more

I shiver with the longing of pleasure and pain

mists emit absolute divine and then become an illusion

while darkness becomes an acoustic sight

our sweet imagining cannot be reduced like being chastised by a razor sharp tongue

a disquieting perfume fills the last summer night

like all the poetry I cannot remember

they vanish among the roseate myth onto September

a total of life’s illustration in some poems delight

now this golden curse dispense your duty

within lovers' lingering storm my heart’s rain will shower

although time is going very well with deference to beauty

though love cannot shorten maddening hours

time destroy's the rules of love for what is sensed

Author's Notes/Comments: 

another summer come and gone

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it seems apropos for the date and time

tomorrow brings the autumnal equinox
Peace Dylan

"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot