I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
Comments (23)
it's good to see you around
and it's good to read from you again..
you will find that place
I really liked this read.
From first word to last your words flow along painting upon the blank canvas. You'd better make some room under that tree, sounds like a good place to think.
Catch you later,
MIKE.
Nice write with melodic flow...I liked this one..
Ken..
…how naturally Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze…As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves…Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
There is so much emotion in and between these beautiful lines. Thanks for sharing your poetry with us. Here's to a brand new day for the poet and all whose heart beats so restlessly.
Melancholia and dreams of times past have often a tendency to sit uncomfortably with the here and now... and can be an impediment to dealing with with life as it is (and I should know, I am as guilty as the next when it comes to spending too much time reflecting on 'what might have beens').
With that caveat, I have to say that this is a fine write of gentle reminiscences, it's a natural part of the human psyche to take a stroll down memory lane from time to time.
Regards
Bill