the late summer

ah, here it comes:
like an impending heatwave
mentioned on the news, by a friend,
between the sweaty sheets of two lovers
blasting through the skies
albeit with a girlish elegance
showering one body with rays of gold,
as his steps come out of his mind
for the first time in a long time.
and you know what, then he looks around
and sees his body in this world
feels the irrepressible scream of a seagull in his heart
hears the children's careless thoughts wandering in the streets
and yes! yes! he looks around:
as this tender shining beckons him kindly,
he raises his head,
and bows and his brows relax;
he blinks his eyes once, very slowly...
and he says, he says,
- eyes closed, lids covered by bliss -
this is going to be my mind,
at last;
this is going to be my world,
at last;
this is going to be my day,
at last!