North

Waking up in July has new meaning

I wasn’t expecting to break out of this dreaming

I’ve been with blue and I’ve been with brown

But in your ever-changing hazel I could certainly drown

I’ve been one to write a poem or a lengthy letter

But times like this are so rare, they are so much better

I’ve never started like this at ease

Who knew that you had the keys?

I’ve alerted the sun and I’ve alerted the moon

Each is primed to inspire as I look forward to spoon

I’ve been learning and I’ve been listening

Growing closer, I cancelled my waiting

I’ve even put cupid on hold

As these feelings begin to unfold

I’ve been known to run or duck or dive

But for this one, I’m willing to let it thrive

I’ve never been prepared for such a glow

It is this one I will cherish its grand flow

I’ve opened the door

Now ajar, yearning for more

Waking up in August is missing

It is you that I miss kissing

© 2010 David Greg Harth

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