Soliloquy Poem by Aaron Marchant

Summer friends now fall away with autumn leaves
Yet I, the last man standing,
will stay faithful to our covenant of kinder days.
I still see the warm smiles of summer eyes
and taste the breathless, impassioned kiss of blood moon nights.
If I be the solitary blade of wheat
neglected by the harvest reaper,
then our song of summer I will sing.
Though stinging winds would rip and tear,
love will not be silenced by separation
or diminished by death's decree.