Symphony

You feel like summer,
when sun would rain from symphony,
and eternity.

You feel like the beginning,
cross paths against the street lights
times before.

You feel my eyes,
reach further than your body,
hand stretches.

You feel my soul,
Through this mist, dust.
Through the doubt,
summer symphony echoes back.

It whispers your words,
and mine.
I feel your summer.

Published by cantnotwrite