Summer

Summer's Day

It's a warm summers day,

As I sit behind the glass,

The air conditioner at my back,

Listening to the steady song of the cicadas,

The only sound.

The breeze is warm, carressing,

Trees bend to and fro ever so slowly.

Daffodils dance before my eyes,

A slight glow emitts from them,

As their glitter shimmers.

Across a swaying meadow,

A young couple entwine,

Beneath the bough of an oak,

Memorising each other.

Cherishing each other.

They laugh in ecstasy,

Without a care in the world.

Before stopping to whisper,

Words of love, of longing,

Of an eternity together.

I hear a cry, a shout,

And the couple are jerked apart,

Their feelings are torn away from them,

No longer theirs to have.

And she wonders where she went wrong. 

The sun filters through to me,

Warming my skin ever so softly.

And I wonder at how cold I was before.

How the girl behind this glass

Could possibly be so cold.

I remember the feel of his lips,

The way he made love to me, with his eyes.

The warmth the breeze brought to us,

The promises it carried to us,

And I wonder where I went wrong that summer's day.