In the gusts of autumn
During blinding white winters
I can feel your summer on me
When I turn a corner
Every time I face the dark
It’s your voice that carries me
Come besides me in the pouring rain
Let me shed the tears that you had not time for
Come to me when I need you
And stay by me when I don’t
It’s hard that you must live this way
Only in memories, in the world no more
When I look into the depths of time
I see the skipped possibilities
Mocha in the sun, siestas on the lawn
All day parties by the pool side
Tell what I should do now
My life’s empty as a shell
Will I find another ocean?
Another who will claim me as their own?
interesting writings
ReplyDeletethis post was ... well it hit home
nice blog
"I can feel your summer on me" I loved this line....I kind of want you to take this single thougt, and make this the beginning of a new poem...Keep writing!
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