AMUSING MUSING

All my friends they are leaving.
Gone off falling in love.
Thank the Lord for the summer sun.
Soon to come.
To dry the rain.
Soothing subtly with kisses.
Dry grass and puppy dogs.

Sitting musing on fallen logs.
Of friendships that left.
And hearts that were broke.
Of the long past lovers that no longer spoke.
No more words uttered.
Their bread's always buttered.
Easier to swallow when moist.
Single minded.
A little lonely.
No choices.
Hollow voices.
Hollering proudly.
Free flying.
Fire sign spirit in me.
(c)LIVVI