Crickets creek under the midnight glow I hear the Violins strumming to the airy night And as many stars a glow, the warm gust heightens the senses And fervor stirs in the belly - warmth, touching, feeling Flickering candle light momentous glow - lifts your head back
The breathes of air gently brisk on your neck Guiding it's way to your back Grasping behind you Holding you tightly - embracing you The summer breeze welcomes your deviousness Your imaginings and all of the wild rage, yearning for touches
Laying your back on the dune under the twinkling ceilingΒ Β A distant dream imagined years ago and enters a doubt Loneliness creeps in and ones ideal twinkles again and hope is restored The empty echoes filled with cricket squeaks Jitter bugs and buzzing fills the void of the empty summer breeze
Dedicated to my times at the dunes in Mexico. Quickly writing down something I want, but I'm not sure what it is I want. Side note, I'm so excited to go to Mexico this year. Many years I don't feel a need to go, but recently I'm growing more exciting. When I'm in Mexico I like to be by myself and I find comfort in the sand dunes by the ocean. Tranquility and peace at last, ones mind wanders, contemplates, and idealizes in an atmosphere surrounded by darkness and specks of light