she was summer, the mystery of those daisies in her hair.

perhaps you are
that precious dew,
the lifebringer,
precious sensation
bringing life
to what died
so long ago.

i delight in masks
the lie of purity,
the indecision resting
upon a pretty girl's crown.

she will
come tumbling
down.

can
you catch
her?

will she love you
if you do?

summer's fair

she was cotton candy.

Zephyr twisted an amber lock in his fingers, she didn't seem to mind. Walking as Galadriel at twenty-eight frames per second; Summer was a cloud when wearing her white sundress

Her fingers knew how to hold a baton, conducting a lento waltz that moved just a little slower than society's toxic lullaby.

My heart was caught.

I wanted a kiss, but she just wanted to know what color her tongue was.

right ascension

for e.e.

When all is right, I wander back to you,
my smiles becoming stoic lines again.
I wonder back to when your eyes were blue,
when possibilities were wondered through.

All these nostalgic wounds opened afresh
(I wonder back to you, wand'ring again).
I see you in the stars and in the mesh,
in space and faces, everything precious.

You are in hope, in science and romance,
in everything that'd give you life again,
in chemists' notes and all the masters' chants.
I wander in a moment, at a glance.

They say it's futile, and it is, perhaps,
for you are dead and gone, I wander maps
of spirit, stone, and pain. I don't collapse,
I wander back to you, wond'ring again.