Bright white stars
Shining down on shadowed wet grass
Under a canopy of sweet almond trees
Your bright ebon skin
Unencumbered, Just as sweet
With a couple of rain drops on your cheeks
Eyes doused in mirth
Cause I'm soaking wet
But all I can think of are those bright stars
shining from your twilight gaze

If I put pen to flesh
And impress my thoughts in ink
Perhaps my skin will absorb the essence of my scrawls
My hopes, dreams and loves
Sunk into my pores
Become a part of me

Up, down, round and round
With sweet smiles and crescent eyes
Heads swaying, arms waving
It's what they'd call a good time
We're just trying to have fun
Up, down, round and round
Careless footsteps and delightful shrieks
Muscles tensing than relax
It's loud and proud
We don't care what they think
Up, down, round and round
Hair whipping frantically
Fists pounding excitedly
It's alright as long as they're entertained
We don't need a reason
Up, down, round and round
Tears gliding down a broken face
Rough hands pull up, push down, then kick around
Scrunched up minute body accented by shallow breaths and muffled yowls
Up, down, round and round
It might be a little cruel
But they all say life's unfair
*We're just trying to have fun

The memories dance around in my head
The happy times which have passed
Serve as my one distraction
Serve as my liberator
From the searing fire
Contained in my skull
It tempers the crashing waves
Bursting from my chest
Yet, This is all digression
I thank the happy ones
I thank the liberators
For without them
I would be burned alive
I would be drowned
They keep me afloat
They stifle the flames
So, I cannot help but say
*Thank You