Monday, February 1, 2010

Summer Evenings

I recall summer evenings before the dawn of winter
So I dream of days when resting under blissful skies
Blue and mighty as an ocean sweeping against me,
As later would become dark brisk gales and stars collide
Until then undergoing strange dreams foretold
Wrapped in a yearning of enlightenment I do hold
Unto an evening of summer evenings so enjoyed.