• Summer Dreams
    By N.A. Triantaffelow

    I lie in darkness spaces
    for summer dreams to take me places.
    And when I wake I wish to be,
    Down and away -- from agony.
    With the world reborn,
    I wish to write,
    A history new,
    All things right.
    But what of the folly of memories lost?
    There is a price, it has a cost;
    Forget the darkness
    and you will see
    The world asunder in atrophy...