summer

this is the moment when we cross the line
and find that kingdoms have grown up in sleep
republics risen and that words once cheap
have now become the means to unconfine
all of the golden values we assign
those who would enter where the water's deep
and then return to where we have to keep
not only spirit but the sacred wine
another planet wanders into view
where we might set the scene for a fresh tale
or else explain just how we got this scar
but not a story comes here that is new
no matter if blown in by some sweet gale
or bearing light of a high-risen star