Summer solstice
The longest day, the brightest song
I’ve come here through the longest night
Cold and frost have burnt me
Many storms have dried my soul
I have walked seven years
My shoes of iron are nigh worn out
I have swum seven rivers
The currents pulling me down
Seven flowers wreathe my brow
Keep me safe from ghosts and ghouls
There were trees in the deserts
Not many but just enough
I dance from night to day
As the dawn breaks
My breakdown becomes a breakthrough
To the summer solstice
The longest day, the brightest song.
by May Leng