Love at Midsummer

 

Love at Midsummer

 

Who loves a man

Who cannot be loved

Shared in the mind, the heart, the soul

Kept inside

 

Forlorn through the many years

That bursts its dams as rivers gush

Once dammed, damn

What now of this love

 

The letters, the letters

The letters that bind

The letter that started all

The letters that harried the end

The letters almost forgotten

Kept in drawers

 

The wrong time, wrong place

The meeting at the stand

The goodbye that sealed the end

 

Yet, we meet again, when

So subtle, so light, so buoyant

Alas across the years

Nothing, nothing has changed

 

On the half, of every year

Only at midsummer’s

A spring to tell, a rehearsed stage

Only by a thread, we are linked

On the longest day, of the year

 

Content, content is the order of the day

A deep content that refreshes

For touch to exist again

 

No, not on this side of the world

But embracing in the unseen   

In the parallel

Linked by a tender of thought, a feeling

This perhaps is love

Till the next, midsummer

Han Li June

inspired by love stories of midsummer