Sunday, November 25, 2012

After Sunlight


"After Sunlight"


You used to feed my happy heart with beautiful song.

Everything is now broken down and tragically wrong.

I can't live if you should choose to leave me.

My eyes would refuse to see the season's skies.

Highs would turn into melancholy blues' lows.

Deadly blows.

Summer suns' hells would change to winters' frozen wells.

Your love is like wondrous temperamental spring and fall.

You make love everything and all.

Your love will last as long as I can remember.


By Jonathan Billet
Night 11/23/12

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