Ballad to Half-crazed Summer


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I am looking for Summer Nights
Where the moon will dangle these
Half-plucked eyes, with hearts thrown open!
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As if, bright friends might transport
The rapture back into these Wounded Skies
I can’t ask for much, or maybe Everything
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The eternal attitude of little human music
These yearnings which elevate time to Perfect Pitch
I am hunting Spring mornings for
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The tried and true naked stones, that glimmer
The Sun’s best Intrusion of happiness
Where light is a bull-frog’s croak of oblivious motivation
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Our bright flesh where there are no scars
I am looking for Mortal Embraces of hot July
Where I can let my expertise in simplicity go
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Like a poem where words are said so beautifully
that I might as well be speaking the name of Love
That give themselves to life so intimately, we might
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Silence the blossoms on all lips, to climb stairs
Outside Plato’s cave to the throat of outside innocence
I am looking for Salvation, on the fly.