July
To a wonderful day I'd rather not remember
Walk the steps that near the center,
Feet away from where we enter.
Embraced by my dear defender
A ghost of me still lingers there.
Blades of grass, small turtles snapping,
In the trees, some shadows napping,
Flowers, butterfly wings flapping,
Small red fruit, a big soft bear.
Walking there without our shoes,
Fresh new memories, not a clue.
White blue skies, a wondrous view.
In your eyes, a me ensnared.
Though between us is a mountain
And our days we have stopped counting,
In the sun, under our fountain
An “us” is still existing there.
