The memories of carefree summers. Photo credit Sonny Spencer.
In grey mornings when it drizzled
The roses washed their faces,
I dashed to my fluffy white rabbits
To tie little red bows and bells.
Meadows topped with daisies,
And lambs played in streams,
I ran after butterflies
Blue, pinks, and greens,
But won that little one
With such so vibrant hues.
When evening covered the day
Fireflies illuminated grasslands,
I grabbed some in glass
And giggles at my prey.
Today the sun still rises and
Teal sky meets azure sea,
In horizon a septenary bow
Yet appears with all its glow.
Pure soft sand is marked,
With the blues of past waves
Forlorn I sit here
Wishing to swim back again.
So here comes the night once again
for which he waits a month
lying on a moonlit pasture
fragrancing in magnolias, jasmine
staring stars speckled sky
a babbling brook beside
peeking full-moon from the clouds
twinkles she comes with
her star dust aura shimmers
cool rustling breeze enlightens when
fireflies fly with her footsteps which
glistening the brook as silk,
he quickly opens his fastened door
within she strides
her glimmering ambience
brightens his glooms
he tries again
locking her flicker
but with this first ray of sun
she fades away
mingling in the glittering surrounds
and he is ashen anon
waits for the next month’s
The gloomy sky illuminated with sparkling bursts,
With hues of green, red, blue, orange and yellow,
So the cosmos is bathed in golden shimmers,
Crackles, sputters mingling with laughters,
And the earth is dancing in jubilation.
I stand alone in the middle of this gathering,
My heart exploding with agony,
Soul sizzle in the blazing love,
And flash is melting in passionate misery,
This is how the Fire Works upon me.