I remember when you
Were the girl on the horizon,
Though I always had eyes on you
With a love rainbow wide,
Coloured with light of lonely hours,
Smiling through warm summer showers.
Now I smile to see you
Are the girl on the golden shore
And I can see through your eyes
With a love ocean deep,
Reflecting a soft sapphire blue
Of a summer sky smiling on you.
From
Reflections On A Day By The Bay
On warm hot summer days
I love to listen for the ringing of bells on the ice cream trucks, and the buzzing of
bees, the smell of fresh roses growing on the side of the house and the smell of
fresh vegetables growing from the garden in the backyard
I love to sit on the patio holding hands while we watch the sunset go down
remembering all the good memories oh how I love doing that every summer but
now since you're gone the summers hasn't been the same oh how I wish you were
still here.
The city's august hell-heat
choking lungs and stinging eyes,
stranded car and driver hoods agape
spew boiling geysers to a summer sky.
And we, as cattle going to market
slowly inch our way toward the promise of relief.
Beside me in the traffic
I (with shutter-camera eye)
briefly caught the image
of a sister of the search.
Her eyes were your eyes
were eyes of longing and wonderment.
The city's august hell-heat
now unnoticed faded into memories
of a summer long ago
when we, beneath a backyard cherry tree,
would speak of transcendental Love and Truth.
Your queries were more answer than question,
your requests, an unexpected gift
that like the sylvan canopy above my head
gave refuge from a singeing inner heat.
There, my young man in summer sleeps,
The pale moon, aloft, a watch she keeps.
Envious green, with frustration weeps,
As my young man in the garden sleeps.
That she would wish his beauty hers,
Her every watchful night rehearsed.
Through velvet sky she gently purrs,
Temping vain to make his hand hers.
There my young man in summer sleeps.
Dreaming as my heart he always keeps.
Until sunrise Eastwards, joyous leaps.
Then moon, embittered, falls and sleeps.
30 Years Gone
Such a long time to be apart
No contact but you are still in my heart
Memories of the years we spent together
The smiles
The laughs
The times we made love under a warm summer sun
It was paradise
The best times of my life
One misunderstanding between us
No one at fault ended us
Destroyed paradise
The smiles and laughs died in a single day
And the summer love making faded into a distant memory
I still look at your picture in an old yearbook
Torn and tattered age is trying to take that from me too
But you will always be in my thoughts
You will always be in my heart
I will always love you
I just wish I could tell you one time
Then maybe the last 35 years would be gone
And we would be together
What Love Means to You-collobration
Searching through summer,
the time for respite,
hot from mid-morning
turns warm through the night.
Lazy you're feeling
but love doesn't care
if you're reflecting
on what has been there.
Memories fade
to the heat of the day,
there comes someone
who is wanting to say
"How much I love you,"
and summer must wait
love does not care
if it's if early or late.
These are the good times,
the reason we dream.
These are the bad times,
the reason we scream.
Searching through summer,
the time for respite,
Love comes along
and then summer feels right.
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VeeBdosa - 1st three verses
Judy Konos - last three verses
as a girl apart I knew
the best part of life
was a hot summer field
a great book
the sent of summer grass
and your dog
tired from the walk but happy to rest
waiting for what comes next
laying down to read
hiding from the world
hiding out
It was a beautiful summer morning,
Sitting there with you,
In the early mornings light
Everything was fresh and new.
It brought back a summer that faded too fast.
But I know now, it was not to last.
But it brought back those warm august nights.
Spent out under a thousand star lights.
And a warm summer breeze will always render,
The memories of a summer spent in surrender.
I still long for it, right up to winter’s first frost.
Him, those days, but mostly the innocence lost.
And it does this heart good to see you form time to time.
If only to relive that much simpler time.
I wonder does your mind drift back to those days.
Or was it simply an awkward teenage phase?
You too had said we’d always be,
But we both knew as the summer faded, so would we.
Sarah Comstock
2\18\2000
I shall miss the poetry
hiding in your smile,
or the way your hand
fit once, inside of mine.
In bitterness my heart turns
against me, longing to feel
again the beat of yours;
one, two, in time.
A summer romance
as they all say, it seems
never stand the test of time
no matter the hopes we place.
I am forever in debt
to the wonder and love
you shared with me
those summer nights.
The agony, in hopes, will pass,
but, with tenderness will I
look upon the memories
we have here shared.
I shall miss the beauty
of your eyes, and the wonder
of your kiss. Those nights under the stars;
goodbye, my love, goodbye.
Enchanted by the beauty of the night,
the wayward breeze of summer’s eve disturbed
emotions of the past. The waxen light
of moon espied, as flames of old reverbed.
A fading love revived on golden sands;
goodbyes, the only words we planned to heed,
were left unsaid as fate rejoined our hands,
and soft lips kissed, in search to sate their need.
Insatiable desires refused to quell
as skin to skin we bathed in salty waves
and loved in time to gentle tidal swell
forever now entwined as passion’s slaves,
though just my dreams beneath the stars above
bore witness to our steamy summer love.
** Steamy Summer Love sonnet
.
Love is like a summer garden
In fragrant full colorful bloom
Blooms that wait for the seed harvest
Love's harvest equals more love soon
The fragant garden draws bees, birds
To feast on the pollen, seeds, bugs
Love draws all to feast on joy, peace
Patience, kindness, gentleness..more
Let this summer be your greatest
Largest harvest of love to enjoy
Reap benefits this quality
Bestows _ watch your love surely grow
The Summer of Nineteen Sixty
Lying on a blanket by the loch side on a summer’s day
I close my eyes and listen to the quiet.
I hear the slap, slap of the small wavelets lapping on the pebbles and
The plop of some brave fish as he twists and turns his way through the cool green water.
Above my head I hear the distinct call of the peewit and can imagine him hovering high in the
sky.
Into this calm comes the soft rustle of the rowan tree, then, the more stringent sound of a wicker
basket being opened.
I smile for I know what comes next.
The chink of crystal glasses, followed by the pop of a champagne bottle being uncorked.
I open my eyes to see my lover smiling at me.
Glug, glug, the sparkling liquid pours from the neck of the bottle.
I reach out and take the glass of fizzing bubbles, unable to keep my eyes from straying to the
new diamond sparkling on my finger.
And in my mind I hear again the words of love he whispered a few minutes ago.
These, to me, will ever be the sounds of the summer nineteen hundred and sixty.
Winter has its sparkle, but not for me today
my thoughts have turned to summer, not so far away.
With mild and lighter evenings and days so warm and long
I think of all the things I can do, when summer comes along.
But I’ll just want to be with you and feel you close to me
walking hand in hand with you, strolling by the sea.
So I will take some time away, to be alone with you
and we will find a rocky cove, where the sea is blue.
As we watch the children play, we’ll wonder at it all
then I’ll steal a kiss from you, as the waves caress the shore.
And I’ll just want to be with you and feel you close to me
walking hand in hand with you strolling by the sea.
We’ll take a walk across the cliffs, up where the seagulls fly
and watch the sea crash on the rocks, as the clouds drift by.
Then we’ll stroll down to the beach, to find a shell or two
and watch the surf ride on the tide, just glad it’s me and you.
The winter has us in its grip, now snow has fallen too
but my thoughts are of summer days, just being alone with you.
By Tim Kitchen, written in Feb1998
all I want to do
is lay down in tall grass
on a warm summer day
watch the clouds pass
all I want to do
is skip stones on the lake
feel the breeze blow
see the ripples it makes
all I want to do
is hold hands while we walk
along the river bank
leaving footprints as we talk
all I want to do
on this lazy summer day
is spend time with you
while we hold the world at bay
I remember a summer day
how the wind danced across
the waist high grass
and that little creek running
through the middle
I remember loving sweet
by that little stream
skipping stones in-between
the kisses that grew deep
I remember laying in your arms
on a warm summer day
nothing in our way
like it was yesterday
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