Poem
June

Where is the sun I once knew
How can I not feel what I know to be true

Echoes of the warmth you gave
Drowning on the crest of a wave
Digging another grave

Iconoclastic revival
Narcissistic ritual
Pleonastic pedestal

Falls among the trees

Blue butterfly dancers born of hay fever breeze
The patterned shadow the mosaic leaves
Bright clear stream looking for the seas

Echoes of the warmth you gave
Drowning on the crest of a wave
Digging another grave

Fair eyed June sings a song of love
Attempting to seduce the clouds above
But is rain all she can be thinking of

The fallen petals made
The yellow carpet of a glade
Now waiting to fade

Echoes of the warmth you gave
Drowning on the crest of a wave
Digging another grave

Iconoclastic revival
Narcissistic ritual
Pleonastic pedestal

Falls but who believes?
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Christian Poet This is a poem from 1982/3 that I found among some old papers.