On Those Warm Days of June
Nobody should be by himself,
feeling the weight of desperation;
such is the fate of mine
struggling to see
my shimmering star...
I try to deny it to myself,
but all I see:
is the reflection of me!
On those warm days of June,
when summer knocks with joy
on the heart's door,
to bring songs and dreams
to those starry-eyed lovers
lying by gliding streams;
I wait like them ,with that feeling of anxiety,
for my beautiful one,
who promised me to dance in the open sky:
her long,golden hair
covered by tiny,pink roses;
her delicate arms fluctuating like waves...
Alone in a place of isolation,
improvising my lamentation;
daffodils enamor me with their bright color,
even they have their friend sun
to whisper to in the high-noon...
as their words don't comply with my humor!
On those warm days of June,
blu-jays gladly attune
to my melodious tune,
to turn those moments into a medley
and keep this lover's heart from being lonely;
from somewhere her love-inbued eyes
will surprise me with an illusory glance!
Who wishes to be immersed in desolation,
imagining to be choked by closed walls...
when hope can lead one out of frustration?
It takes a strong will and a fantastic dream...
to bring to life what lies within!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006
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