Summer Sleep

And was it all a dream
And what does it mean
Floating is pointless
Without a compass
To point us in the wrong direction…
I don’t remember what I mean
But I don’t mean much anyway
Is it caustic or causal? Or casual?
Regardless, lets get lost
Regardless, oceans tossed
With tumbling legacies sea salted
Across freckled shoulders and
Sun kissed sparrows fleeting
Through may til august
When again sleep steals
The direction we found.