When Summer Days Have No End

humdrum
duldrums
of our lives
myopic
systematic
categoric failure
where the right of life
is torn away
like the remnant
of ring-bound paper
left in strong wind
that carries
dreams and imagery
to where we lay on bed
under dreaming sunlight
cascading through window
dust motes
dance above our eyes
as music plays
far away in our mind
when summer days
have no end