I slice away mornings and let my
evenings burn wild
Summer winds like love songs run by me
and dance in my tendrils
Red blossoming bouquets grow full from
heavenly laced dirt
Avenues of people consumed by showers
of star bright skies
Minutes stagger by like a fairytale
through a brass hour glass
Streams of water instantly
pure on my tongue
Skin illuminated with moon glow
make my soul warm, smiling, and floating
