Summer evenings

Then, there was
a summer
raining of lassitude,
burning off weariness.
From a brilliant shining
light blue
to a bright burning orange
to a bloody pink,
I sit,
see the sky changing colors.
The seconds hang
heavy on my eyelids,
full of ennui.
When you lie on your back,
on such evenings,
look at the sky,
its so clear
stars shining in clusters.
The cool breeze rises
up to your face, to
your nose,
taking your ennui
far away,
leaving you
suspended,
mid air, free,
in dreams.