Only a few more days left of summer for me and some only getting their holidays now. So whether summer has been and gone or is just around the corner what were you're plans this year?
Shoes imprison freedom loving feet. Your hands imprison mine.
Your feet clatter along the pavement dancing to the beat of a different time.
I sing softly to you. About you.
Because you're the you in every love song.
The bees build pollen towers drenching everything in a golden glamour.
Or maybe that's just you.
The shadows of the trees surrounding us begin to move. They inch closer demanding our surrender. We try to ignore them. Oh how ignorance is bliss. Soon we're walking in single file. Your feet still moving to the beat of a different time.
And the setting sun paints a tie dyed sky while a trickle of light nestles among your hair. And we're blinded by the glowing orb, by each others eyes, to what's ahead; to the heated fights and bitter tears.
So all that exists is here and now.
.
Until the shadows grow and consume us and our demons won't be ignored anymore.
Until the moons casts eerie beams and you begin to fear every silken shadow; everyone.
.
It's cold here without you.
.
Wake me up when it's morning love.
When I can see, when I can breathe.