A
Summer Storm
Beautiful days of
summer are painted in a blue sky
while gentle
breezes caress the bare skin
days are longer
than can be filled with rainbow dye
as puffy white clouds
traverse the void
leaving lingering
thoughts to go astray
and eyes that do
not stay
Rich mid summer
nights full of glittering lights
recalling ghosts
and demons who haunt the stillness
allowing the tenor
to twitch into flights
of insane loops
and circles
around the
ceaseless mind
that seeks and seeks
its inner blind
Storms of oft - will surely arrive
a matter of time
is all that is left
a depression described
as a frontal lobe drive
that brings along
the darkness
into the castle
room’s cause
where seeking and
liking wait applause
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