Summer hangs over us

humid in restless bones

the color of swollen moons

howling dogs teeter further

towards their own wild past

both join now as if memory

no longer serves them.

Ah, but sunsets chime the bells

of once forgotten songs

nature, unbound by man

calling forth the creation

of what space released

when all humans fumbled

for the keys to peace.

Docked there side by side

as well-loved friends relied

upon the presence of hope

though rough waters push

beneath them when led astray

bound by a single twisted rope

of serenity till summer’s end.