A knowing without seeing, an uninvited thought
The sound is in my bones, my heart keeping time
Another one has come and gone
A day, a week, a month, this cursed month
Streets sticky with the heat of their own thick sweat
Our greenest grass pales and the trees hold their breath
You are too wicked a One to be my Seventh
Dreadful, dreadful! July, Oh July!
How many times will it pass me by?
I see you there, breathing, moving
If I am lucky I see you smiling
You are as alive as ever a thing could be
Once so Holy and pure! July, Oh July!
How many times will it pass me by
Before I stop mourning you
Like you are long dead?
I cast a faint look at your blue moon
As if it would not draw me in
Like honey into bread
Like blood into sand
And July, my sweet July,
I am yours.
