Untitled #500

All the world in a summers day
With flowers hastily strewn
Time and daylight appear to play
Hearts seem to feint and swoon
Birds sing a happy tune
Serenading a midday moon
Man and Maid and merriment
As the world resume its proper spin
Love not bought but only lent
A new game now to begin

Generations

Generations

They go where time does not expire

And wait for no new moon

Winter falls in summer’s swoon

The creeping vine begins to seed

A world explodes in endless fire

Mouths fill with the taste of mead

And liquor turns the stoutest liar

Some obstacles become a boon

If, of our lives, we do take head

We walk all day on tight rope wires

And end up with the greatest wound

So shall we soon change our tune?

We make ourselves fulfill our need

Our grandest wish becomes desire

More will come like endless weeds

Of everything you will tire

It will come full circle soon

And the look will be parent to the deed

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Which Way Blows the Wind?

The Summer is coming

But the Wind is chilling

I feel it creep up the back up my neck

 You wrap your hands in my hair

Pull my head back

Sweet agony overcomes me

I feel your lips on my mine

The teasing tantalizing taunting

There is no need for further conquest tonight

And hence the wind blows cold