Swift

The heart knows what it wants

It is a last, little, beat of normality
But this sliver of hope that throbs
It is not enough to hold dreams on
Sinking in flight lower each day
The dragon in the sky flies faster
And so a summer begins to wane
The world spins its autumn web
Elvish night of starlit warmth
Fade on declination's colder caress
Green leaves cede to sunset hues
Nature paints us a new presence
And the yellowing vistas unfold
Ragged bees cluster around mortality
Settle in fortified, yet decaying hives
While we look to hearths and roofs
For home is where the only shelter is
When days run swifter to night's arms