There was a time
when it just stood still.
When summer winds cooled
summer suns in the
middle of the seasons.

When lovers kiss flickered
on television sets on
cancels episodes of fictional
lives from fictional minds.

The torrid winds do
not give me justice
as my heart sways against
the barbs of time.

The drops of crimson
do not glow amber like
how people said it would.
I miss those summer winds,
but nothing in me seems
to bind me.

I miss the hurt and the pain,
but most of all I miss
the feeling of life even
though it was merely for
a half a second.

I miss the sighs and
gasps for air,
but most of all I
miss my youth in
all it's brief nature.

09/06/2006

Posted on 09/06/2006
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