only to realize that summer is past gone and the gray days are here to stay for a season or two.
Hope of golden light in the evening quickly vanishes...
Gloomy mornings take over the town,
fog rises from the ground bringing back the ghosts of long lost loves and kisses
Memories of nights under starry skies relight the fire inside
... that ever growing fire inside the tormented souls of those with secret loves,
of those who need to shine their light over the loved ones,
the always desired ones
the constant longing of hugging you grows strong inside my arms
and hope rises again, a beacon of light.
A timid light that will surpass the edge of the universe to find you, love.
... and hope rises again...
- NB -