From Summertime Of Someone Fine and Fair

somethings for someone

Dark is the path,
But I see the lights
In the whites of your eyes.
Our steps echo into
The misshaped tangles
Of the nighttime.
The cool summer air,
Lightly touches my fingers,
Or was it your hand I felt?
Winding round the bend
I see nothing save patches
Of moonlight and fireflies
They slip and dive
And disappear before my eyes
But we press on through the darkness.
We came upon a few strange clearings,
Then I saw the child in you
Run away into them, disappearing
I looked up once you leapt,
And found a star peering through to me
Then I looked down and you were there
Beside me walking patiently.
We talked of many things,
And many things are worth the talk
Still I remain upon this walk
And recollect your casual ways
As if with you the tree softly sways
And not the other way around.

I,

Think I,

Think you,

Should jump...


Maybe its

Not right right now,

Maybe you

Are scared and sad,

Maybe I

Am full of shit;

Optimism

Is the thing

The thing so good

When mixed with love

Or some good stuff

That tastes so good,

Like that.

Hey,

I don't know if

I am ready,

But I like the jump,

I need the jump,

I crave it like a craze

I just can't shake sometimes.

I'm going to dry you off,

Set the car for cruise control

And beam us straight into the sun;

Where we'll be happy

Away from everything,

And everyone.

Take a good look...

Go ahead and try me.