I have been watching the heavens
For a sign that your soul
Graces the earth
For a clue that your smile
Ignites the sky

For a while now
I have been listening to the echoes
That carry the wind
For a sound that booms
From the depths of your chest
A message that voices the
Whispers of your heart

For a while now
I have been looking through
Forest growth for a path
That leads to the tip of your finger
A road that leads to the shield
of your arms
A place to call home.

For a while now
I have wondered about your existences
The sheer sight of your face
the true essences of your love
And most frequently whether
I will ever know your name

Stuck in the cloving of seasons,
Mourning the falling leaves,
The long, hot summer hours,
The dusty flowers,
Tired with their bee-filling,
Wanting only sleep.

I am torn for loving summer,
Regretting nothing:
The summer flings,
The two-up rides on tree-lined paths,
The running, ducking laughter in the summer rains,
The sparking, smoking skies of 4th July,
The too-warm walks and wanting shade,
The pleasures of a new-cut lawn,
And you, the constant sun-bather there-upon.
The sweet embraces you and I shared in the nights,
Knowing seasons last for just a while,
We celebrated summer through it all,
Not wasting time before the coming Fall.

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I love you, Melody Joy. db