Summer (return)

Summer ends here.
The sand washed away
In Saturday sun
Your footsteps coursing over
Cobbled streets and a russet
Sky.
It seems long ago when
Names travelled west over the fields
And wheat stooped beneath ebbing dreams,
Our ambition, far away, traces
In the clear
Water.
That was where we once were, who
We thought we might be
Wandering from the path
Becoming, in our sights
Idols from a bigger world.
Feeling, there, but somehow not,
The road took us, now it leads us back
Returning home like before,
Not like the first time.
Fanfare muted, for you've been
Away too long
Down below the waves are still,
Toy ships and bodies lost amid the suspended
Sea.
What we need is near
The colour of your eyes
White mist and fishermen's huts
Shanty song by a warm fire
The cool breath of
Harbour
Morning, night.