Forever Summer

Wisps of smoke dance in the air.
His heart it beats, as though it dares.
He sits in a circle with brethrens alike,
breathing fire and singing till midnight.
The night goes on as stars alight,
their music in mind, they are enticed.
Such harmony heard could only be sinful,
for the rhythms they create are truly beautiful.

Resenting this time of summers end,
he wilts inside and tries to mend.
For the wounds have opened yet once again,
as the cherished few days have ended in pain.
But hope is strong inside his heart,
for time cannot forever keep them apart.
So in patience he waits for the sun to shine,
upon his dark world where he now resides.

last time modified: Nov. 27, 2011, 4:30 p.m.