Memories On Branches

Memories on Branches Sitting in the warmth of sunlit joy awakened from the sleep of never sky subtly, with time, the urges rise to leave the nest and somehow learn to fly. Heat, loves demon in disguise, shocks all nature’s senses into lust cooling in the shade of lengthened day the desire to fulfill an unknown trust. Climax, in kaleidoscopic red, faint hint of coolness in the bed, winds that steal the words unsaid cold tears of summer loves sole dread. Sitting in the icy gale of one no heat from fading, distant sun, returned into the world of never sky Reminiscent of the day we learned to fly. John G. Lawless 3/10/2014