The Raving moon shines at night.
Yellow and fuchsia claim summertime memories.
Orange leaves fall down.
Mr. President,
I feel your eyes staring into my soul.I swallow the nervous lump down my throat.Your ethereal…
Here I am again,
Musing over you through poetry,
Stress
I can feel it coming
consuming my thoughts
Something about summerStreams in hotIn torrentsThrough dusty windowpanesPouring crossed with shadowsOver eyes and faceAs the heat…
Reflection like glass,unbroken, clear; until Idive and it shatters.
Double, double toil and trouble;This fire burns and bubbles,With slithery snakes,In fiery bakes,With Eye of the newt and toe of the fruit…
The skyWith possibilities inAn embraceRolls piercing windTodayClear and blueA lover’s eye