Summer:
The light is an encompassing force,
And gives life to all it touches,
Like vegetation growing larger and evermore permanent,
As its fruit springs forth revealing their shapes through thick skin,
A beauty emerging from their small seeds within,
It is all a recurring rebirth without a beginning or an end.
As the light fades, we shed the yokes of our daytime attire,
and wait for the evening events to transpire,
An art in motion to trigger our hearts and souls into a collective synapse,
Creating memories through our emotional relapse.
There is beauty in the summer sun,
For, its rays cast shadows upon our half hearted sentiments,
Revealing our true selves alongside the cart paths paved in cement.
Our feet move us along the sunset banks of our suburban shores,
As our eyes form visions of a sunlit impressionistic future,
pretending we’re actors dancing to movie score,
Held closely to our hearts hoping for more.