I lie alone beneath an open window. <br />Warm breezes and melanchony <br />swirl around me. <br />A rush of bittersweet memories <br />engulf my restless mind. <br /> <br />Summer's prerequisite <br />remind me of your coming. <br />And as these days surround me once again, <br />they feel the same <br />and yet you will not follow... <br />gone forever from my door and from my life, <br />but not my soul. <br /> <br />Such is this, <br />the promise of summers yet to come <br />intoxicate <br />and whisper of your presence. <br /> <br />I inhale deeply...<br /><br />Debra A.G. Hawley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-s-prerequisite/
