Friday, August 17, 2012

Wildfire

I long like the sunset
watches the moon
I ache like the wintertime
wishes for June
I hover like honeybees
wait for the bloom
I dream like a mockingbird
remembers a tune
I hide like the sand
transforms into dunes
I shrink like the pines
reflect off the lagoon
I desire like morning
expires at noon
I need you like wildfire
exists to consume