Step Through Summer


Step Through Summer



            Dying for my thoughts to fade

into an amnesiac slur, not judge my

convalescent love.

            Waiting for sleep to

move to a higher

octave, away from guilt, blame and

artful blindness.

            The light that falls forever

into the gullies

of souls and skulls – comforts

but cannot heal. The wind too cannot

give like a compass burn.

            I pace the floors, longing

to surrender what I have

to the summer flowers,





Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Madness Muse Press LLC” May 2018

5 Poems by Allison Grayhurst



Published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” June 2018


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