november

warm sunny days are well gone
becoming part of the universal one
joining the memories, with smiles and the bliss
and so to reminisce
of crisp shadows and time to ponder
thoughts as mist, and wonder
on the nature of you
in your body of love, against skies of real blue

searching for a future of such idyllic themes
where these dreams
run perpetual episodes
from the darkness of imperfect codes
when the sea washed the world clean
and you ran on white sand, almost unseen
except for flowing hair
but were you really there

the stars shine early now
perhaps to disavow
the day, but as their light penetrates the void
blackness is so tenderly destroyed
still, dependable moonbeams guide in the morrow
of not all clouds or sorrow
for november has sunshine days too
looking out of these windows, again finding you

©18th November 2008 Hey Hey