Daydream I

Sweet desire is riding to a fall,
Rising to a white crest, crashing back
Broken on the smooth, worn rocks.
Humid winds through arid woods.
To dance with you on balmy nights
And watch the circling swifts devour
Insects that hatched and died that day;
The gift of summer tightly held,
We will have our day in the sun
And walk down buzzing country lanes.
We'll sit on hot brick walls, and talk
Of effervescent August verse,
The mirage words of sun-stroke minds.
We'll stay inside and pull the blinds
And sleep the baking noon away
And waking, jump into the lake
And kiss there as the sun declines.