All shipwrecked and heavy...

[ldamoff]

The air conditioners are playing symphonies
With an effection that would please Doppler himself
And as my bicycle gyro pulses a light
It Repeats a plea to the dancing fireflies
That i am not the lover they seek.

But the evening heat on asphalt
Seems to make even flamed wings weary
And the trees tired vibrant and still
As the breeze likewise withers with the heat
Whispering dreams of lightning.

And it seems the sky is darkest chocolate
Melting lazily in the pocket of God
And how these nightly bugs fly in it's sweet thickness
Without succumbing to the Spirit's sugar rush
Is beyond my understanding.

The air is reluctant to change with the night
And these musical machines labor
To drive out the lingering sunshine
Trapped between the beads of humidity
Already dreaming of tomorrows heated embrace.

And here in evening heat, on fireflies' wings,
With a heavy tired heaving sky, seranaded by the sighs
Of an aging bicycle and a mechanical whine,
With a small and wilting breeze,
I can see that upon this too, God is smiling.

love,
luke