Summer falls

Cold are the hands that cradle her heart,

hinting love my fingers fear the fall.

Breathing halts in a body so frail,

endless sorrow gripping me.

With all that I know I know nothing,

in what you see I am blind.

Tasted by lips beyond my reach,

no way to put the fire out.

In spirit I face myself,

denying the light I can’t feel.

Winter of ice complicates me,

trying my best to burn for her.

She can see me for who I am,

when others only see with their eyes.

A heart with love unbelievable,

in the hands of who I am now.

Never a plea for tomorrow,

content is my soul where I lay.

Fortunate dreamer set in nightmares,

to hold who I believe holds me back.

Like ice my soul is sickened,

winds created by pain.

Crawling away to reunite,

in the summer of our fall.











Johnny Newell