"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured, With your brightness, And the words you whispered to me, Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain. Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Hometown Summer
Like sparks of things burning down
On rich summer nights
Running away fast
I clutched the papers in my hand
Listened to the many voices
Smiled with the familiarity
Born of fear and courage,
Found a prince charming, lost him,
Dreamt by starlight
And stood in the pouring rain
Before I came back here,
But I never forgot this
Or your sad eyes
These days I'm tired of
Getting talked at
I can't ever be the selfish one
If I know you so well, then why
Am I so misunderstood?
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