Scorpio Summer

To become alive, must one go through such passing?

A cleansing so violent, so phased, such crashing

I hope an affinity for wide-eyed wonder

Becomes reborn as the days of muted greens grows stronger

Can it come back for the jitteriness of color on a grayed out day?

Can it be recalled for oil on leaves in their languid way?

If the terror of May leads to the peace of September

I hope that a rose grown from aching is what is remembered

If only I knew this would be a Scorpio Summer

I would have braced for a feeling of drowning

For a place where no one knows what’s behind my mind’s clouding

How to remember to be embodied?

While holding a child’s heart, shattered from love so foggy

Grace me time to sit and mourn

Will this flower grow bigger than most of its thorns?

I was raised by a volcano with gold hidden in its center

And a desert that dreamed to hold life the moment hope could enter

Who I love next will never see who I used to be

I ensure it, I tolerate it, I honor that piece of me

As I sit and dream of waves that didn’t take you off

Of a life so patient with you softening my cause

As I take my time and clear out this space

Amounted clutter good to hide a twisted face

As I remember the beach, with brightened skin

When I look for you, I could let you in

If only I knew this would be a Scorpio Summer

I would have at least loved you

As a volcano with a heart of gold and as a desert that loves true