Sonnet: Letting The Dog Out Late In June Poem by Dan Reynolds

Letting the dog out late in Jun

The night came late, upon the longest day
And beckoned me to witness at its birth
A blind man's blue had washed the clouds away
Bar vague-ish ripples, massaging my mirth.

These high borne wave lines weave across my sky
As I and I alone, this aspect see
Though worldwide, other witnesses deny
This shortest night belongs to only, me.

A weft of warmth envelops all my dreams,
caressing them and cradling from unrest
Protected isolation? No, it seems
the longest day has saved for me, its best

For from its spirit came a gift so true
It gave to me
these words you see,
to help share it with you