Poem -

Summer Breeze...

Summer Breeze...

Let us be lovers and witness the clouded room consume our being
Let the four walls caress the fly and speak of the stories of who is free
I'm floating with fluorescent curves belonging to another dream
My body is with you I'm imprisoned with your love, can't you see?

Summer breeze, but a dragon I breathe
The chase is on, so please take the wheel
Roll this up and take a back seat
Don't tell me I'm washed up freak!

I'm breathing fire like a psychedelic rainbow from the Irish skies
The world plays a song and I'm dancing to the tune of a pirates smile
The ceiling is transcending me to a library full of scars
But in this beautiful moment I hover among the stars

If I'm soaring through the clouds and accepting the blurred visions
Who is in control and tells me about their own demonic decisions
I've created canyons and imagined the blue haven
What colour blue will I see when I get the 60's craving

Summer breeze, but a dragon I breathe
The chase is on, so please take the wheel
Roll this up and take a back seat
Don't tell me I'm a washed up freak!

If New York skyscrapers took the virginity of the innocent
They're playing the ivory keys of landing in the golden fields
I served my time in an era of hazy dreams and the years are etched within
I lived my life free from sugar coated pockets, I'm 60's triple distilled
For this was my summer breeze...

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