We settle beneath the refuge of a threadbare oak tree, whilst I tease your lips with the tips of my fingers; you giggle as you coy away from the sensation of my touch.
Will I ever see you in June again?
When the sphere of light is dry to the grain and the leaves of the sycamore trees; hug the wind, releasing the essence of ease 'peace'.
When the scent of autumn takes to air with the birds as they usher in the birth of the new morning.
Will I ?
Will I be able to capture the frame of the smile that you drew across your face when I unchained the word 'beautiful'.
I contemplated upon you with my eyes as I watched you barrel along the ditch of grass.
The brunette silk attached to your head, spilled across your face as you lay there, as you smile there.
I rested my gaze upon you intently for just more than a million seconds, as I searched across your face pleading not to find any segment of regret,
I found noting, besides intimacy.
Yet should you prove innocent,
Should you prove pure,
Should you prove that like treasures on the ground I may pick you up then bury you within the comfort of my prize, of my reward,
Then you prove worthy.
Will June be able to remember us ?
Remember the enthralment of our love?
The spring fall of adulation that I freely showered unto you.
I giveth you all;
I have wished you something in which no shooting star of heaven may grant to the catch of an angels palm.
Something in which no demon of Satan's Pac can guzzle to the searing depths of hell.
I have wished you something in the June of June.
Time passed time,
While hours passed a day;
Our day collapsed into the death of the golden sphere.
Stirring deep inside, is the recreation of this strange entity called 'fear'.
Now, we're nowhere,
Just drifting like drifters.
Suddenly, there's nowhere to go,
Nothing to do,
Than to embark on this journey, through;
Time,
Space,
Galaxies of June with you.
....We settle beneath the refuge of a threadbare oak tree, in the middle of june.
