Country Summers, Letters and Her

Country clouds skimming the highland shore.

Treading the skinny sky,

Past the stars of delight, blanketing each

Once; for a while.

And sings a chorus, then

The man with the acoustic flair-

Of his dotted dreams,Of his mermaid mate.

 

Silently these rest on my paper white.

All I got to do is-

Write write write.

And the breeze takes them,

Past the shadows many, by the tree

Caressing the leaves, growing green by each touch.

  

They are for you. Truly.

Keep them.