...this is for my friends, Katie, David and Oscar...
Apples
Your face seems to fade
in these colder days of rain
though when the sun shines
your dream smile holds sway
to rescue soft my day break
Fresh dew in my tears
I blink it away to seek
some haunted horizon
Your gaze 'fixing me
as mist clears the driftwood lake
Voice high and tender
with drums of mystical feet
far too tiny for you
Lawn wet toes and heels
A tug on my cheek, I awake
Our boy scouts for apples
squinting hazel brows in the sun
I join his stare
eyes hand in hand
to peer though fruitless trees
where limitless skies await
Jonny - June 09
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