Senses of July

Burning coals,
hurting my sanity
with the sweet sounds
of July.

These eyes
are slipping
away, to the
billowy smells
of sugarcane.

Chasing a heart
as pure as a
babies first cry,
I dance to silence
for it's innocence
is a summer, soft rain.

My candle burns
in the hallway,
forgiving yesterday,
the wasteland of tomorrow
will drown in darkness,

someone saved me,
it hurts to breathe
but I remember
that love is my
graceful ending....