the trimmings scatter as leaves would atop a pond
the seasons alter, wardrobes prosper with unearthed color
those shoes, bound to an unfamiliar present
the dress appeals your face, myriad angels kisses carry grace to your ******

the beaches sport playtime, soda bottles clacking as thunder
while the water sways in the breeze
as this late day would bring time for a hammock swing
body on body, gazing to the edge

as the sun torches the blue sea for a final time
buried in my sight is it’s majestic flocking
sunken now, drowned the sky
while the moon shows only half of its smile

a fire pit battles air, growing as the battle turns old
laughters travel like the amber
in the night, they journey far as light can see
in the shadows, whispers mark existence

in all the mystery that escapes with distance
for what i can not see, only comes across as sound
is none sense to you but yet they seem to surround
with arrows waiting to strike their daggers

hidden in the sway of the water
half the moon must be stronger
to see what is, ready to attack
my wounds, as if my bone calls for such disaster

laughter, laughter, hear them sing
as antagonist to this boys sanity
amber, amber, smell the air
as the light outside disappears