Summertime by Ivan Guerrero Najera

Summertime

Hot is of summer
Cool air gives way

And like the dew of morning
I drip down through the boiling day

But don’t evaporate
My conscious self will list

Though all my dreams from youth
Escape from me like mist

Can I define what I lack
With focus blurred by heat?

I’m just one drop of water
So incomplete

How far is to the wishing well
Or the ocean of truth, I figure

I yearn to reach what I can’t see
To be a part of something bigger

by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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