As morning breaks I am alone

Steaming and beaming a mid-morning toll

The dew befell me and the sun was shone

My heart now empty, soul forlorn.

The breath of the blossoms besought to console

"With thee we will be" the songbirds sweetly sang

Yet as I search skyward all things seem askew

And harrowed my marrow with memories of June.

Flashes of blue and gold panged upon my mind

With wonders and visions of most every kind

While deep in the bowels I was burning with whim

And bursting with sizzle in each of my limbs.

"Take heed" said the flowers whilst slowly the bloomed

"The moon is unearthing, so wisp while we croon"

So I unearthed my knees and left the land well

While I stumbled through heaven

While searching for hell.

-Victor Tinsdale