I wander inside this head of mine,
Lost in the alleys of my own thoughts.
You wonder where I've gone today;
I wonder where I've not.

I drifted down the street of love
But found it was a dead end.
So I turned myself around
And started over again.

I strolled a long the street of joy,
But all its shops were bare.
I ambled through the avenues of the past
But found nothing for me there.

I wandered through the future,
Though the weather was quite poor.
It was overcast and foggy,
And everything was obscured.

I sat down in the square,
And here I linger still.
If I quit chasing down my dreams,
Perhaps they'll come of their own will.

Summer is

bikes and rollerblades
and go-carts and skateboards,
kites and frisbees
and ***** and gloves,

rainbows and suncatchers
and white fluffy clouds,
blue skies and green fields
and sunshine and flowers,

bare feet and sandy toes
and waves on the shore,
tan lines and sunburns
and goofy tourists,

yellow and orange
and summer rain,
butterflies and gardens
and fresh vegetables,

smiles and funny faces
and silly conversations,
smirks and giggles
and big belly laughs,

playing outside until the streetlights come on
and picking flowers for the dinner table,
building sandcastles just to knock them down
and shelling so many peas your finger go numb,
staring at a sky so blue it hurts your eyes
and running barefoot through the cool grass
and laughing so hard you can't even breathe.

Summer is.

There's a piece of me in every mile and a memory of you in every smile.
I litter the highway with my heart as the space between grows further apart-
This trail I'm leaving will serve to bring the two of us together again.

I left a piece outside your door and placed the last on my entry floor.
Should you find the temptation too great, head my way; I'll wait.
Pick up the pieces as you go, and bring them with you to make me whole.

Maybe it will be I, who snaps under the weight of such a gap,
And then I'll find my way to you until I have all the pieces due.
We'll seal them together with a kiss and not think about such a time as this

When you are there and I am here and neither one is very near.
There's a piece of me in every mile, and they're waiting out the meanwhile
Until I see your face again and can once more my whole heart claim.