Summer Memory

September 14, 2015

The glass glistens in the last summer light 

Sweet sangria, taste of fruit, taste of sun

The soft brush of wind and the endless day

That bleeds like love into the purple night 

How I wanted you when you parted the veils of your eyes 

And let your kisses flow with the heat of the day

An endless river merging with my heart. 

And I heard that sigh of content and regret at the end of the day 

Could there be another day, when hearts afire we meet again

And the dark magic ensnares our life, taking us down

And leaves us with that endless instance of paradise 

Or the sorrowful Tartarus of pain