In the season of fireflies, wild roses

And evening storms brewing on the horizon

The thunder’s anvil lined up

Like the mountain reflected into the lake

Scattering rose petals across your bed

Swirling mass spun to dance

About you, tiara in pink hues

Fireflies spark the diamond inside

III

I was on the ledge of the rain

A storm that washed the hunger right,

This hunger in my heart fills with lightning

For to toll, paid the ferrymen twice

Upon New Shore’s summer youth

Disembark first the bay to explore and we last to set eyes

Upon new world and adventure

We trudge on carelessly…….