A Spicebush Swallowtail
sipping nectar all day
Summer time is here.

A Spicebush Swallowtail
sipping nectar all day
Summer time is here.

we paint by
candlelight
as summer draws
to an end
yet all I see
are new chapters
forming in your eyes

within the walls of torrid days
where broken glass of mem’ry lays
on wine red floors by Sol emblazed
reflecting time in shattered rays

the golden house where passion bloomed
and craving raw two lives consumed
each kiss in auric light illumed
with camellia each sigh perfumed

in stucco rooms the heat we bore
through afternoon to evermore
and took no guilt to answer for
with whispered gifts on fevered shore

the salted air from sea reclined
on posted bed with we entwined
who sought the depths of joy refined
through cloudless days of love enshrined

now on cold streets like empty hall
where shadows reign and echoes fall
do sky and sun in grief recall
two souls conjoined two hearts enthralled

there I search for vine wreathed door
where all my life has gone before
for you alone can ere restore
this banished man to summer’s shore

To all the mornings that go wrong
1 hope you know
I find my laughter in you
somewhere along the "why mes" and "why nows"
A beautiful summer breeze hit
And I forgot what there was to complain about

Call me a liar,
I said I would never hurt you,
But I lit your world on fire.

For you and I,
It is always the wrong timing.

But deep down,
I know we are meant to be.

You and I,
Never available when the other is.

Deep down,
I know you know it’s me.

If distance was not a problem,
It would be you and I on the high way.

If you lived in my neighborhood,
I know we would be good.

If you could come to me,
Life would be amazing.

Love is always going to be there,
You know you got a part of my heart.

Something special that we have,
No doubt there.

The magic of summer twilight casts a spell
In ink blue incantations and honeysuckle dew.

Each shadow stretched out like the years,
That spread deeper and darker, stronger too.

As the mystery of day's last light is cast afresh,
Gentle glows, fearfully goes our sacred time.

Hidden there we lose and find ourselves,
In the murmur of the evening breeze, our lullaby.

It sends us, brings us to a mystic place
In which we all relive each memory's hew.


Tom Lefort July 2023