Summer Poem by Kevin Lynch

The sunlight shines on this bright Summer's day,
Birds chirping joyfully and the trees gently sway,
A mild gentle wild blows softly with grace,
Flowing through my hair, caressing my face.

The sweet summer smells gracing the serene air,
Trespass into the sky, a cloud would not dare,
Not on this perfect summer's day, so sunny, so bright,
Everything so visible under the warm Sun's light.

Children play cheeringly, cats laze in the shade,
People sunbathing topless, fishermen in rivers wade.
Everything around me flawless, no danger in sight.
Everything so fittingly perfect, everything so right.

Flowers standing tall, displaying their petals with pride,
Bees hover over them as they sway from side to side.
I walk on the green grass, so soft and deliciously lush,
I admire the flowers, and under the sunshine they blush.

I continue walking, until I see a familiar face,
It's the woman that I love, my heart begins to race.
I run forward with delight, ready to embrace her.
But as I get closer... It all fades... And becomes a blur...

It's suddenly dark and chilly, I'm covered in cold sweat.
I'm lying in bed, it was another dream I won't forget.
I look around at these treacherous hollow hating walls,
Through the moonlit window a barren blackbird calls.

Somehow, it calls my name,
I press forward, against the window frame,
It stares into my eyes, but looks into my heart,
I can feel myself falling, falling apart...

Back to my curse, a reality so cruel,
Where pain, sorrow and terror, ravish and rule.
No children playing, no flowers in sight,
This land of mine is barren and lacking any light.

Dark and dreary, dusty and dank,
A black barren world, empty and blank.
No love or lust, in this summer of mine,
A plague of blackness, of evil divine.

Nothing but sorrow, suffering and pain,
I'm slowly drifting further, further insane.
Talking to figures that don't even exist,
My final curtain call, I pointlessly resist.

If I can't have what I dream, then I shall dream no more
And return to the darker lands filled with forgotten lore
So I take up this blade, and slice my delicate neck
Gore, bloodshed splatters, my body falls... A hollow wreck.