Summer Blues

On the edge of reason,
painted across the morning sky,
a leftover star, pining away,
burning itself out towards
the amber heavens, desperately
wishing to fall to earth, to land
in anothers arms,
while the summer blues reign,
lost in the doldrums of the harvest
moon, yet
the timing is still off-kilter,
and lovers below, cast desires
upward, towards the chaos of the
night sky, waiting for their own
wishes to come true, as the star
takes it all to heart,
burning away, to the sight of no-one,
as always a slave,
to the drumbeat of time.