Thursday, June 12, 2014

The Days of Perfect Nature

The days of perfect nature
I want to be there
As the cool Summer mist
Wafts into the dusky evening
But I will seldom cry on these
So attuned am I to the passions
Of others in my home
I look upon lovers and rivals
The same
Trying to find where we
Can drink and sup
Without wondering at the eternal
But this Tuesday feeling
Is encroaching on my thoughts
As last I look to you
And kiss the sky above us
Nothing and everything
About how the universe does love me
And I -- sweet one --
Love you

No comments:

Post a Comment