July in January

iaian7 » blog » poetry John Einselen, 13.01.06

till the last shimmer, when the fireworks at last fade away…
I will see… the world reflected in your eyes.

Drifting in the wind, and brightly coloured tendrils…
I can feel… the sky in your breath.

So as the notes of solemn patriotic strains forget the night…
Embrace the life, embracing me.