Nights now forgotten
Passion that grew
Embraces we shared
Between me and you

Time that we wasted
While love was still new
Grew old and just faded
For me and you

Words we had spoken
Back then, they were true
Tossed by the wayside
By me and you

Dreams now lay broken
Shared by us two
No longer together
Not me and you

Promises made
If only we knew
Would not last forever
Like me and you
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I wonder what your eyes see
That mine don’t
What your mind thinks
That mine won’t

I wonder what your heart feels
That mine can’t
Who your love touches
That mine shan’t

I wonder what your dreams conceive
That mine wouldn’t                                                         ­ 
And what you will achieve
That I couldn’t                                                        
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I wonder where your destiny lies
That mine isn't                                                            ­      
What your legacy will symbolize
That mine didn't
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Lips so red,
So tender and so delicate.

A whole galaxy lies within them,
Galaxy of love.

I always imagine what will they feel like when pressed against my dry hard lips,
Would feel the love i have for you,
Or would you feel what I'm trying to hide from you.

I would like to kiss you someday,
All day long,
All night long,
To just know that you were even real.

Hard to believe it was 18 Years ago, 1998.
Waiting that long to make love is an unfortunate fate.

A July rain awakens the sleeping nymphs’,
Like old Rip Van Winkle, a yawn & stretch those limbs

Clawing their way out of an earthen cocoon,
Metamorphous begins by the light of the moon.

An electric buzz fills the West Virginia holler,
Charlie Cicada says “Connectin’ with them females is the problem”

And not long after… a loving relationship is bequeathed,
For the less fortunate, the brown trout waits beneath the Sycamore for a tasty treat.

Well there you have it; such is the life of the Brood Cicada,
And for new born nymphs’, it’s time to go sleep until the next Mania.

K.E. Carman 2016