Reaching out to the summer lights,
Golden memories await the revival,
I forward to my destination, the dream I never got hold of,
Now, it seems possible, a glint of hope.

Summer ties, promises, and vows,
Range of times, the seconds pass through,
When do I awake, after the rising sun?
Hope turns to must and I don't object.
These fireflies glow, as to provide a lighting lantern I must follow.

Simmering the wishes, whispers in the air,
Sweetened with lilies's flavor, I seek the scent.
The destination seems far away, a dream I would never reach,
But, I urge those legs to get going whether or not I lose.

A faraway sight, the distance appears infinite.
The dream behind the eyelids feels like the temptation I need.
Draws raised, and I chose to win along the peculiar path.
Prayers whispered, I summon myself to a journey where I may not win, even though, I want to keep moving.


© beautiful monkey