Well this is my birthday week.....I celebrate it all week.....and I never get tired of it. I know its still summer but I found this in my notes....and then a date 1993 so its 21 years old.....with my move to Clearwater as clear as can be no pun intended I recall discussing the beautiful change from Summer to Fall...with ..some of the West Coast friends I have. This is what inspires me about Love, adventures, new faces and the imagination of the heart...I wrote this overnight staying at Flynns on Fire Island after experiencing what is in this poem......its amazing when you look back at what you wrote....to me I always knew who I was.......a writer....a poet...sending messages of love.... Summers End The Crimson Sun plays to Septembers song Sights of deep orange and glowing red forge....as clashes of color erupt the oceans calm My eyes can see....my ears can hear the rolling waves I walk the shore line....the wet sand curling between my toes From a distance I see her...waving That beautiful smile radiates from her body Who cannot return a smile....feeling for the act My approach seems forever.... as now she appears In front of me....arms wrapped around my neck Looking in her eyes seeing the mirror of reflection.... Of the Crimson Sun....as it slowly sinks to the ocean plane Its final day ....its declining moment...as seasons merge .......to Summers End... I love the Summer......I adore the Fall....
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 19:40:26 +0000
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