Hilltop Wanderers

Summer’s entanglement

Pouring over those fuchsia skies

Like astral beings

Wandering the hilltops

She unfolds her legs and howls

Longing for lost things in the daybreak

Of youth

Slivers of ancient golden suns

Circle the galaxy

Like cool waters and praying Buddhas

Searching deep inside

Far into the distance of the heart

Oceans of golden light

Chasing horses from the coastline

Of our yesterday

I’ll be sure to mention you

As the tide recedes into the womb of the moon

I run with wolves

Seeking shade from the loneliness

In an alcove of solitude

Steeped in memories she calls

I pray for your love to return to me

Only to think I may not pray for such things

Nostalgia is like a friend

Who doesn’t talk to you anymore

Seducing you from the present

Memories are delicate creatures

One must let go of the past in order to continue



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