In the Dark.
Summer days always seem to end the same -
with the breath of God against the horizon,
His whisper on my skin, a shiver cool and inviting,
before the sun descends into another balmy night
bare feet rooted to the soft earth -
I wait for a slowdance of fireflies
carried on a crescendo of cicada song
under the ambient lighting of the moon,
the pearl of Oklahoma
this is my home -
tender blooming of a country rose in my chest,
I lay back under a blanket of sky, stars woven in pattern,
head pillowed by a fragrant hope,
wondering if you would hold my hand in the dark
Summer days always seem to end the same -
with the breath of God against the horizon,
His whisper on my skin, a shiver cool and inviting,
before the sun descends into another balmy night
bare feet rooted to the soft earth -
I wait for a slowdance of fireflies
carried on a crescendo of cicada song
under the ambient lighting of the moon,
the pearl of Oklahoma
this is my home -
tender blooming of a country rose in my chest,
I lay back under a blanket of sky, stars woven in pattern,
head pillowed by a fragrant hope,
wondering if you would hold my hand in the dark
af june 2010
