Summer Sun

Sandcastles in the sand

Snowmen in the snow

Another sullen swill and the memories melt and slip through my fingers

Wrapped around a rotten root

Tightly bound and I can’t let go

Godlike hands outstretched in the vines on a stolen morning lost to the demons

Walking through our little world

Rivers flow and the sun explodes

Clips the wings of our late-summer love

A month of rain kills all the embers

Lets clip the wings of our love

In the summer sun

Weaving through weightless words

And my place in this wicked world

I picture you and I pivot, turn the page, and peel off the layers

There’s a foreign place

Where the kiss of a river face pulls me in

Oh god, it’s so inviting

Scattered and frightening

Every storm we brave

Tumbling ‘round in a fierce embrace

Brought to our knees, among the leaves

I’m gonna outrun this darling

Let’s clip the wings of our love

In the summer sun