summer transitions
a vision of dexterity and a summer of sunny finales holding your hand and watching the night turn to day I am waiting to see how long until the final tally I feel your energy when you enter the room plucking away the fallen rose petals of last summer painting in yellow over its dark rainy gloom I see myself moving away from this and riding high but each nearing day reminds me of my past love growing closer to the charming Italian seaside and further away from the charging Spanish bulls running faster and faster towards my heart holes a deep nostalgic friction fraying my worn soles onward and forward to this future I chose
















