Letters fall off my pen into place
It’s summer so everything makes sense
Except that I'm stuck in a town far away from paradise where nothing ever happens.
If I die here I’ll kill myself
Winter is through yet I am distracted by the chilling misery of real life
Those winter weeks of lonely Siberian eternity
Eternity's not so long, it's only forever and everything after that
The beams melt my frozen imagination and pulse through my blood
Back then summer was so long days melted together and sun flushed faces would smile back at you
Oh summer with her daisyed glow. How she moves with brilliant friction and eases the long frigid night
Winter is over and nothing is more delightful
The dusk lite harmony of the setting sun colors the sky with bliss
I tune into the orange fantasy that stretches the deep forever sky
I can almost smell the sweet citrus’ that tickle my senses
Can these warm afternoons stay? Can the crispy youth of spring forever guide nature’s mother into maturity?
I succumb to the humid harmony and let it sing through my frostbitten body
I rest my mind into the fresh Algonquin waters
And my body into the blue forever sky
I lay still as it soaks into my soul and the rays kiss my surface
Perhaps heaven is here. Not above. Not somewhere on earth. Right here in this exact moment, under these wonderful summer circumstances
I want to know when the next winter will come. So I never go there.