I used to keep illusions
and dreams
in my pockets with me,
living free,
just breathing,
just being,
not needing.
And for one sweet moment
I was complete.
There,
in the summer,
possessed by love
and the endless reverie
of the night time sky,
deep in July,
finding every thing
I might have been missing.
And there was that promise,
that whisper,
you delivered
breathlessly to me
in the heat of evening,
forcing me to believe
in what I had never seen.
You gave it all for me,
I can't repay a thing,
and because of it
I will love you until I'm undone.