The renewal of hope written on faces,
Barren of age
And abandoned by time,
The hands of clocks removed from the framework,
Until all exposed, all said and done.

Today the walls have eyes and feel
As you feel,
Breath aches and hearts match beat for beat.

The rain is warm on dew soaked city rooftops,
Overwhelming,
Tempting heat through open windows,
Invitations to outstretched arms,
A testament to the sky’s last dance
Before the gentle waltz of summer.

Wanders through seascape and sky,
No past or present,
Only the soft sirens of future stars
Caught in webs of irises and smiles,
Raised glasses and subtle words,
Over the slur of wine and social pleasures
Soon relived in sleep.

The rain is warm on dew soaked city rooftops,
Overwhelming,
A testament to the sky’s last dance
Before the gentle waltz of summer.