Summer's Eve.
As drops fell across my cheek they said,
welcome to the voices inside your head.
They rolled away and let me know,
words were only there to help me grow.
While seated I reflected on the irony of life,
thing I've gone through and what's yet to come.
I smile knowing I tread where others would not;
I was also the one that time had forgot...
Now, finally reaching effervescence;
that boiling point in a heart beguiled.
Sometimes it shows up on the surface;
I can't help but to think-it makes me smile.
In the heat of a summer pure and elegant
down by banks where moisture is driven.
Came a sight upon my wandering eyes;
where attention was therein given.
Subservience, like a blossom plucked;
held to the limits, then shut up.
Disclosure, the verdict for passions will,
set into motion what time couldn't kill.
Time to the day, laid out plans of gain,
which opened my eyes and brought the rains.
But I left in solace that graceful plan,
and returned gently into your hands.
Would I traverse back to that which I knew?
Or would I stay put as that angel flew?
One thing was evident as he faded away.
I carried the passion and all of the blame.
There in my heart those same droplets arise,
and from then on out I had chosen a side.
To have and to hold what's truly meant to be,
only time will tell what others may think of me.
A.o.R.
