soaring summer sunsets suggesting more

more of the monotony of memory and air

its thick weight and lengthy drape of barely breathing

and the rummaging insects that crawl into every space

it's their space and it's ours, it's the world's

and we a matched pair with no need for drama

and its deadly spin attack of passions unfurled

a brash fire and longing unnecessary with honest love

a poet's curse to exaggerate the climb and fall of love

our wagging tongues spontaneous children flown

heralding the croaking of frogs in a Prince's clothing

such flash and sorrow more thrilling than peace

torn soles of feet from the diamond search and rescue

when fool's gold sleeps beneath in sparkling gowns

but it's all different out here with you, on the bayou

with the sun-drenched colors of a fiery dusk time

awakened souls not in need of the triviality of words

whether pretty or purple to describe how it is that

our long time love and the sunset's last afternoon breezes

bring a level to rocky land and a mere man down to his knees