Alan Halford

I will wait for summer!
For grass to grow along the path
To make soft my crawl,
Lessen the dust in my mouth,
Pain in my legs, rain drowning my voice.

I will wait for the sun to make it pleasant.
So I can whistle and stand high,
Pretending flowers heard no cry
Or saw the pain that stung my eyes.

I have borne the cold of being alone.
Longed for the perfume you brought to my life
Whisper your name at the lonely end of the night.

I will wait for summer to make things right.