April 19, 2011

• Sounds of summer –
  Sing. Crickets chase sun away
  And cheer as sun drops sink.
  Falling petals dance to June, snickering
  With fireflies and hide
  As we walk through.
  And thus – so here – we stand,
  Lost between the tides,
  Only to find homeliness
  From a glimpse
  Of each other’s eyes.
  And so the dirt grows cold,
  Yet a golden flame ignites
  Tonight, I found my soul,
  In the arms – of Mr. Right

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