you restless baby? ya me too

I think it’s the heat

the summer night

when skin still glistens

of the days sunshine

and the thick of blossoms

permeate every pore

the restless calm of languid

shuffles ideals and dreams

like a deck of cards

waiting for an oracle

to interpret the code

while the mind wanders

into some remote corner

of daydreams

a great waiting

for what…unknown

without worry or care

cuz its summer and lazy

and the mood is liquid

and the air is wavy

you restless baby? ya me too