Love
Midnight emptiness
It was Summer,the first time I saw her,feet wet in the morning dew,
The air is warm,and heavy.
And for a moment,I saw the world in,her eyes.
It’s the motion i think,That makes the words come.The road stretched out ahead,
There’s mud on my boots,And it smells like rain.
I’ve looked at the sky,A thousand times,Marveling at the creator’s display,
There are certain,
times,
Under my finger and my thumb,the keys rest, snug as a rug,Under my window, a clean grating sound,when…
