Sun-soaked curtains-
Fan a turning-
Curtains be dancing-
Cool breeze gliding.
Vinyl Turning-
Music forming.
Ice-cream melting-
Such sweet Summer truth.
Sun-soaked curtains-
Fan a turning-
Curtains be dancing-
Cool breeze gliding.
Vinyl Turning-
Music forming.
Ice-cream melting-
Such sweet Summer truth.
Shall we ever be reunited with the world that once was-
Precious moments of accompanied laughter,
The bustling atmosphere of cafes-
Such bittersweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee-
Teasing…alluring…..the senses of human-kind.
An unplanned date-
Corn Kernels transforming into a buttery delight.
A flirtatious smile here-
Hands intertwined there-
Such a delicate dance.
Gatherings and laughter-
Friends reuniting-
After long moments apart.
Will these bittersweet memories-
Become a reality again?
You sneak around in the shadow of my thoughts-
Tip toeing ever so silently-
With those A grade military boots-
Shiny axe in hand.
Sensing a flicker of my creativity–
A devious smile upon a hollow face.
Heavy footed-
Squashing my sense of self.
No words escape.
Webs of vowels-
Attempt to save.
A heartless swing of your heavy axe
Beheading-
A–E–I–O–U….ever so effortlessly.
You think you’re triumphant-
With those muddy boots and rusty axe in hand
Fool! I will show you triumphant.