Summertime, by Lisa Marie Cole Subscribe to rss feed for Lisa Marie Cole

Like spun golden honey
Rays drip from above
Taking her time
Like savoring wine

It's the Sun's time now
She's the star of the show
Her stage is the sky
We bask in her glow

My arms and legs now exposed
New freckles on my nose
I squint my eyes from the shine
But, her warmth is divine

This is her time
Its only a season
But, what a mark she makes
Ray Goddess, you're the reason

That my troubles soon fade
Sequestered in your shade
Overflowing, my cup
Your yellow fire, I drink up

Does my watch tick more slowly
Illusion of time never ending
You shine and you sleep
Your light bowing and bending

Summer is the season of gold
In summer no one ever grows old
We are all children in summertime


Lisa Cole
Posted: 2011-07-06 20:24:22 UTC

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2011-08-05 14:35:36My.Lovenote.Has.Gone.Flat.XO
this is really good :)

2011-08-05 14:35:40My.Lovenote.Has.Gone.Flat.XO
this is really good :)