A Summer of New Beginnings

This poem was written in the summer of 1987. I managed to recover a bunch of some long misplaced writings on 5 1/4″ floppy disk. Some day if you meet me, I’ll tell you the story.

Here is the poem which I hope you enjoy reading as I did reading it for the second time 24 year later.

It is the summer of new beginnings
It is the summer of never endings
It is the summer of always being
It is the summer that I became part of you

All my life there was a hole in me
Now I am completed
Simple words that say much
Simple words for the unheard
Simple words of many feelings
Simple words weave varied tapestries
All my life I searched for you
Through rooms and fields of loneliness

It was the winter of my dark night
It was the winter of my burden
It was the winter that my heart cried out
It was the winter without an answer

Then there was that glimpse of certainty
Then at last the sky began to clear
The winds welcomed warm weather
And the ease of simple living

It is the summer of changing seasons
It is the summer of spiritual movement
It is the summer of only once
It is the summer of new love

Bruce Eisner, August 1987, Santa Cruz, Californa