Sharp pictures.
Sparkling nights.
  Late night caps.
   Silent conversation.

The night was quiet
The only music present
Was to synchronize the lightening bugs heaven.

The lake to the front,
The trees to the back.
Forested by a dark blue canopy.

That song was undefined.
The kiss, without time.
The night comes alive,
At the sound of your voice.

Fireflies shimmered
as if chatting back,
Answering every hesitated question.
The dark veil of tangled hair
and long eyelashes, hide your emotion.

Roll the window down,
But don’t make a sound.
Feel the July all around you.

Hear the distant
Booms in the sky.
We don’t even need to see them.

Your silence alone is so beautiful,
Every humming has a tempo.

That old house was still and full of mystery.
The road long, winding and seemingly
penetrating.

The legends are enough
To satisfy our urban curiosity.
Keep driving.
Keep me safe.

Just one last stop,
Don’t turn around.
Remember when we played around,
right here in this place?
It seems haunted with happier times.

Ominous and unwelcoming.
Yet we lay together,
breathing intertwined.
Hardly speaking.

With black eyes,
You kiss as if you know every mood
And you kiss as if you know every move.

It’s time. 11:11 again.
Time to make that wish.
If it never could form with word or thought…
Does it even exist?

It’s time to go back.
This place is drowning.
Text me goodnight, like you always do.
Keep me from frowning,
Like you always do.

I feel safe just to read those letters.
I can’t ever say thank you
For making my days better.
Infinite summer and sparkling nights.

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