January 30, 2013
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he sailed into my heart
like a summer’s eve.
like twilight and magic
and waves on the beach.at midnight he danced out
away in the dark.
took all my laughter
hit right on the mark.the kites they were flying
in the cool gentle breeze.
before the cruel cyclone
tore into the trees.like a caressing rain
like the warmest embrace
she’s never forgotten
just one last taste.the summer and magic
the inclusiveness of love.
and now he’s alone
and now she is gone.
Comments (5)
I like it!!!
I like the imagery.
Nice job! :)
Thank you for the post. How many summers do we have… in a lifetime? Cheers, Michel
@CuddlyKat - @ascultafili - @lonelywanderer2 - thanks so much for reading and for leaving a comment!!
@michelmthomas - thanks for reading! I suppose it would depend on how long you live…and how many summers you live in that life.