April Days

The cold is gone, the March goes on, and days change with
The season;
I dream of good times, and of crossed lines, and of living in a moment
Without reason;
We drowned our pains in the April rains, which blossomed our
Forbidden fruit;
The soulful songs, the rights and wrongs, and
The push and pull of our youth.

A highway zipping by, the early morning sky, and the thought of your smoldering eyes
Keeps me awake;
The swaying of your hips, the burning of our lips, the legacy of mistakes we
Loved to make;
Fears and cares were shunned, and like zippers, came undone, and were lost in trails of sin we
Left behind;
Thoughts of saving faces, and welcome saving graces, and reaching places that would
Blow our minds.

I dream of moments past, of the ones that couldn’t last, and nights when there was hardly
Any sleep;
Of instant chemistry, and bold naivety, and promises that we could
Never keep;
Sitting under trees, in the gentle spring-time breeze, staring at a pond
In the shade;
The melody of birds, and of passion dripping words, and the best memories
We ever made.

Nights of taking chances, and fateful happenstances, and warm evenings lying on
Shades of green;
A promise all but broken, secrets left unspoken, and vivid thoughts of all that could
Have been;
Even though I know these April days will come and go, the lessons that I’ve learned will
Always stay;
Sometimes we must flee from stoic reality, and reckless idyll should run free,
Come what May.