Years Are Short and Dreams Run Deep

Bolt of lightning struck the pole,
Power went out before the thunder came.
Wind blowing sheets of rain across the lake,
Skin and hair electrified in wet, hot heat.

These warm days of late August
Cool down at night. Soon, too soon,
Schools will start, bringing old memories—
Seeing you in hallways or at top of stairs.

The years are short and dreams run deep.
Where have you gone since that summer
When days were long and the world was home?
Sleep brings memories of days that flee when I wake.

If you be young, beware—
The years are short. Heat of day cools down at night.
Memory of when we kissed at the top of the stairs—
Where have you gone, who loved me so long ago?