I look for you in warm midsummer nights,
Where the air is thick,
and the only noise comes from the sweet tears of rainfall,
Dispersed across those hours to come,
Before the rise of the sun;
Muffling the breathing of the grass,
Under the next morning's dew,
Filling the heavy air with
Your light, melodic tones,
Only for the sleepless few to enjoy,
Just like we always used to,
When the street lamps cast out beacons of soft light,
Offering short, sweet refuge from the dark,
Whilst trees and bushes wave at us,
Lost travellers through love;
As we both sway and stumble
Under the light breeze that brings about
Cold winter days in tow,
And promises of welcoming darkness.
Ushering in love's whispers
Of warm fires contained in the hearth,
And fragile diamond clusters on the tree's fingers,
Coming from the sky with silent stealth,
Carried on the back of the chilled winds,
Which assail the wooden shutters of your heart,
Who valiantly defend that which is held behind,
Keeping those freezing crystals
From the warmth of the hearth,
As we wait for the return of our
Midsummer's nights.
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Every Trick In The Book
PoetryThis anthology of mostly narrative poems mostly revolves around real people's stories. People's real stories of war and peace, of love and heartbreak, of alcoholism and loss; they have been immortalized in this anthology.
