Midsummer Nights


After gentle midsummer nights
and campfires by a tranquil lake
the four of us are heading back
into the busy life of the city.

The car is filled with love
and caring in true friendship.
I am sitting on the backseat
tears of joy in my eyes.

You rest quietly beside me
and I don't have to say anything.
You don't even have to touch me
to tell that no greater love could exist.

Your eyes are moist
and I know we are one.




Facing Self

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