When-

When you’re breath mists in the rain
I know you think of romantic abroads.
When you smell the hot, splashed pavement
I know you dream of foreign cobblestone.

When snow dribbles in you headlights,
I know your thoughts gravitate on me.
When the Jersey wind barks its loudest,
I know my embrace consumes your attention.

But when the daffodils temp the dogs,
And the fields smell of new sod and mulch,
I know I’ve lost your focus to the breeze.

You can never be grounded, and that’s the allure,
So, this May, when you’re dreams wander to alleys afar,
I’ll, too, let my love soar on the crest of the Phoebe.



CLR