We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold
No clock counts this.
When kisses are repeated and the arms hold
There is no telling where time is.
It is midsummer
the leaves hang big and still
Behind the eye a star,
Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tell
Time is nowhere.
leaves have not timed the summer.
No clock now needs
Tell we have only what we remember
Minutes uproaring with our heads
Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's
When the senseless mob rules
And quietly the trees casting their crowns
Into the pools.