BoomerGirl Diary

On a warm summer's day, at a little past four,

I stopped by your place and knocked on your door.

Your porch light was on. Your blinds were drawn.

Disappointed, I walked back across the lawn.

So placid this day,

as the trees gently sway,

the breeze a mere whisper, a hummingbird's sigh,

a sparrow glides over a blue butterfly.

Beneath the shade of the old oak tree,

rapt in sweet tranquility,

an elixir of calm, this soothing balm

is pierced by a siren’s wail nearby.

Out of mere curiosity,

I wander across the lawn to see

what has triggered an emergency,

when a feeling of dread comes over me.

Then the earth turns to quicksand under my feet.

The shadows engulf me, and pull me down.

And darkness descends from all around.

For on this summer's day the end did surround you

and gently wrapped you in a shroud,

as I stood there above you, with shoulders bowed.

On this summer's day

there appeared at your side,

a hummingbird, a swallow, a blue butterfly.

Aloft these ethereal wings you glide free,

adrift with my heart toward eternity.