Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Adventure

At last it felt short like an hourglass 
Forever was just a whim
I could sense snowflakes in summer 
Songs at 4 am in a little cabin called our sleep 
I could imagine fireflies on your belly 
Dried lemon slices with a fairly light beneath your feet
You could characterize my touch as poetic 
Felt blissful taking a drag of our cigars and expel the smoke slowly 
Loved that train to paradise in the teen stage 
Hated 80’s cause it’d leave our pins weak
A knock out, bon vivant, cherry pie, 
Just a lot of names I could keep you happy with  
Thought we’d see a maelstrom in this life
if I dived you would too
Thoughts nearly drowned us
Maybe they killed us we just didn’t know 
Oh poor devil thought life made it fair