Sunday, July 29, 2012

End of Summer

How can she be so cruel
                          to sweep me away
                                                                            and leave me alone
                                             as autumn sings her funeral song

                                        This longing that within me aches
                                                      to wrap myself in summer’s arms 
                                                                  as  spring set forth to wipe away
                                                                                                the sleep
                                                                                               that formed
                                                                                                        upon
                                                                                                      my eyes
         
                                      Then she came by summer breezes
                                      flowing through
                                                     her gown of white
                                                              and I knew that I loved her
                                                                          through her warmth
                                                                                                   she held
                                                                                                           me tight

                                             Embraced by love eternal
                                                    lover of mine, 
                                                                             I
                                                                             cannot
                                                                                      let
                                                                                          go

                                          the end of summer is my madness
                                                     her arms are chilled 
                                                                               as sleep
                                                                                         enfolds me


By KF Mosca
Copyright © 2012

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