She Was a Warm Summer
I remember her.....
many a dreamy summer ago;
as a flower which blooms
in beauty all the more each day;
No hues of her could I create
such wondrous ways
walking with me
in some invisible world.....
with she,
on some ancient beach ----
some carpet to infinity;
A sphere so endless ----
it barely began.....
as a kiss most sweet,
it must leave to dull-time,
as a rose which wilts away to tears.....
But I kissed her again.....
'neath a lunar lamp,
a soft tide to tickle our toes,
beside beauty which blooms all the more each day......
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2015
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