One Summer Night

• Patrick Mendez
• Poetry
• 2012

One Summer Night

I was in my porch one summer night
While the young stars are out;
Listening to the dancing leaves
Sweeping and dancing about;

There I was, sitting in melody,
Whistling with the harsh wind;
I was down in my usual chair
With a cigar in my fingers twinned;

Chuckling, like there is no pain
Behind every happy laughs;
Trying—trying to live the same
E'en my life is rough;

Rocking—I was rocking
Waiting for sweet death to come
For night was sweet, both eyes unlit
Yet whispering a lonely hum;

Sat I froze yet time afoot
Watching lightness slowly fade;
Shadows of night filled the air
Armed with death to invade;

After a breathe, it slowly blurred,
My vision captured its last glimpse;
The moon or stars is not in sight
Only darkness—just darkness

All I remember is...
It was one summer night