SUMMERIA

a yellow ball floats upon a field of blue,

beneath it’s heat i dreamt of loving you…

across a field of harsh unforgiving sand,

wondered what it’d be like to hold you hand.

the smell of salt is pouring in from the sea,

i want you to come to summeria with me…

the feelings in my heart feel like a pile up wreck,

and shimmering lines of sweat pour down my kneck,

in this desert i’m just trying to forget all the things that i felt,

into a mirage all my hopes and dreams will melt into a single vision,

the sight of you… i know what to do to set us both free… come to summeria with me.

eric w. desselle