Lovers

by Anthony Desmond
(Center Line, MI, USA)

I swear the lovers at the end of summer
Told me this was only a phase
That could give me a clue
As to what a culture shock would do
The ocean of purple blue & yellow flags
Wave over lush mountain sides
Bright enough for nearsighted view
Baby coo’s & little footsteps
Fill the atmosphere with smiles so wide
Happiness reflects against our teeth
Heart-shaped balloons float across our eyes
By surprise
The bursting of one caused a movement
Dancers danced
Light shined
Singers sang
The sound of music rang
The strumming of memories made
The road so easy to walk
The constant wave of notes
Made our words so easy to speak
I shed those old bad habits
All my time spent looking upon others in peace
Swordfish used as daggers
No longer sharp
Allowed to lay in my nest
Giving me a safe home to rest
© 2010 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.