May I hold onto
These small memories with you
To chase the darkness
Away so we can relax
Bathed in afternoon sunlight
May I hold onto
These small memories with you
To chase the darkness
Away so we can relax
Bathed in afternoon sunlight
Joyous travelers
Thank you for sharing in wine
Stay awhile longer
Raise your glass to celebrate
A toast in honor to Carol
Arise before dawn
Wrapped in a blanket of heat
The pathway well worn
In Pale concrete carpeting
Broken by gifts of music.
The rise and the fall
Another season’s turning
Ripen on the vine
That is the year twenty three
And two-thousand new vintage
July is made for
Hammocks hanging between trees
Swaying to and fro
Gently with the summer breeze
Dappled in sunny splotches
It will be summer,
Before I see you again.
One full rotation.
Do you still have your smile lines?
Or have they turned to sorrow?
Do you recall
Beneath a saintly mountain
The Burrow-like house?
We wam in both pools of light
And cool water crystal blue
What a summer child!
And yet, these words still ring true.
For every evening
The gates of reality
Blends and bends towards soaring flight.
An iris in bloom,
No introduction needed,
Just your attention.
Behold! The most beautiful!
…for beauty is in the eye…
Summertime sadness,
Is a beautiful thing that –
You will never know.
Forgive me for not being
Able to see life without.