In This Summertime

The breeze blows in from unknown places
it sails my paper plane
into the wide open sky
of a child’s eyes
wild with dreams a soft kiss of wind
remember remember what it was like
the living sky enchanted
the evening it comes it drums alive
drowned in summer chanting
as crickets dance beneath
the sun the colour of robin’s breast
while I’m so in love
with all this loveliness…

and your warm breeze of breath
mingles with mine…

so into the night
Let’s run let’s laugh
let’s dream

let’s hide

forever,
in this summertime.

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