Oct 2014
I saw the way it lit your eyes.
Since childhood the thrill of
melting wax and hissing fuse
spurred such excitement for
being alive.
Whispering wishes to lightning
bugs, carrying light to the crystal
chandelier, lighting the miles ahead.
There the world stood still.
Since childhood the thrill of
melting wax and hissing fuse
spurred such excitement for
being alive.
Whispering wishes to lightning
bugs, carrying light to the crystal
chandelier, lighting the miles ahead.
There the world stood still.
I wish for it to be an eternal summer: getting drunk on joyful company of friends underneath a blanket of stars. Not on the bitter wish of forgetting the words he once said.
