The scent of a summer storm

The scent of a summer storm
Still lingers
In the roots of your hair
Breathing lullabies
And quiet love songs

To which your fingers dance
Across my skin

The ocean in your eyes
Grows deeper
And more treacherous
To my soul
Than any waters were to ships

Yet you sail calmly by

Towards a sunrise
Or a sunset
Or just a sky half full
[half empty]
Of light and shadow

Can you catch a star
In the palm of your hand?

Can you mould it
Into something new
Change it
Into a minute
Or an hour
Or even just a second?

Or are your hands
Already too heavy
Filled with bitumen
From when you fell
On the road
In the heat
And the damp
Of that summer storm?