The only thing
Sweet life, she is a mysterious lady,
my lips taste the salt on the nape of your warm tender neck.
You have laughed at me in my spring session,
I was a dandelion, and then my playful seeds blew away like cotton butterflies on wind’s wing.
When summer came to be,
you still cared for me, with a mothers concern,
”you can’t be serious” I thought.
I remember now, the heat from your son my skin to burn.
Reckless bats in deep caves they rave, we were brave,
riding the curl of their radar waves,
I was taught their patterns of flight and this wisdom I saved.
A beam of light is not solid my friend.
There are intervals of darkness between the brightness she sends.
Now the autumn awaits my arrial,
and I know you watch for me with a smile.
Freedom is what you have given me,
I unfold my arms gently blossoming,
I give my love to you, which is the only thing.
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Thanks Dick
Beautifully written.
God bless,
Lew
Blessings,
Christine