Summers Ago

The rattling and shaking heaves in the catching of those last few waking breaths is where languishing wimpers turn to whispers and where once anguish wrapped in sorrow's fastened strap - loosens now across the breast. An incredible dream is given to the place where the pool of warm tears and abandon melts as a lullaby into the safe chorus of cicadas and nightbug melody.

In that moment, there is nothing wrong, there is nothing hurtful.