Into The Summer
When I was with you, I was your downer.
You whispered, "The girl with hands full of rings."
Frozen by time, you slept in my arms,
Under the ripples of radiant blue light.
Now you're gone Jay, and you haven't found her.
For in June, with juvenile pursuits,
Tranquility was chased away by noon.
And all awkwardness, recklessness, and giddiness;
A collection for a dust web.
The bridged cards have fallen down.
And memory has fled, wasted in the vallies.
We are no longer, in our haven,
Upstairs, above the antique store.
Departure was only through that kitchen.
In a forest, that leads back to your house.
I wonder now, if you are still on one of your trails,
Coming back to me with a guitar pick in your mouth.
How softly you'll call for me.
Frozen, with sweet anticipation,
I want to follow you Jay.
Into that summer forest,
And not rest until everything is over.
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