Patch of Summer Night
The summer is here,
sweet songs come forth
maybe there are no more doors,
hopefully this is the night of nights....
Let no one kill their rainbows
although, the world tries
They're not sure of the slow death of time
never really letting it go...
Cast aside the master of misrepresentation
They cannot say with certainty
why love that form and always flies away
with the eagles of tomorrow that never stays...
It was just a patch of summer night
warmth upon their skin so sweet
as they lay next to the other
with flames forming through their minds..
Brooke
Copyright © Brooke Dylan | Year Posted 2014
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