Friday, April 3, 2009

That Summer...

Under the comfort of home away from home,
Just you and I, just you and I,
And white sparks that blanket the sky,
How did this ever happen?
When all I thought about was willows in the water,
And the moonlight sheet on the river snakes skin,
Instead I caught your eyes, blue as summer,
Hair as gold as sand, and hands as small as mine,
I wanna get to know you, and hold you,
Like that summer.

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