Summer Daze

A floral breeze dipped in incense floats through your golden hair as if anointed in cherry blossoms,

Music flows through your hands, a siren song for a moonlit shadow. Oh, how once your heart was mine.

And perfection came in rose tinted summers, we, Yin and Yang, first frost and first bloom.

Now I can only watch you eb and flow, sea salt in your smile, summers glow in your olived skin.

I can only hear the melody of your music, bathe in the beauty of your craft, loathe the day I returned your heart.

Heart of a gypsy,

Heart of a lover,

Heart of a gentleman.

Not my heart,

Not anymore.

Not mine