Fading

And as summer fades

From pink to a gentle grey

Truths loom into clarity

Like a face rising to the surface of the sea -

Those who are alone

Might remain alone for some time;

Pining might stretch forward

Thinning into oblivion

Whispering into the dust of eventuality;

A mind's infatuation with

Directed Passion

Might dull;

Life might ease to a gentle hum

With small gasps and sighs

But with a lulling breath of harmony.