I did not find
The wind had taken away
What the summer rain
Had forgotten to bring
I did not promise
The mossy rock had left no scars
On bare feet awaiting the waves
That forgot to swell
I did not let go
Broken dreams
Heal under the harvest moon
And become a name
I once knew
To spell
Yet, I have wondered
Like a wandering cloud
If the summer rain
Ever dropped a tear or two
On that mossy rock
By the bluest sea
June 22, 2025
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2025
