Cicadas Sing Till The Night
Cicadas sing
Through the blistering summer sun
They sing till the night falls.
I can recall the summer days, the days where I spent playing all day. The freckled and sun kissed skin. The days of 4H camp where we’d run away from the bugs that chased us around the pool. I remember crying from the irrational fears of capsizing the canoe against the rocks. The judging eyes of girls from cabin #14. Man did I hated 4H camp.
Waves crash against the rocks
Lovers guided by legends
Meet along the shores
I’ve never been in love. Much less a star-crossed one. I’ve heard of legends, seen shows that reenact them. A place where lovers meet to throw themselves into the sea because they cannot bare to be apart. I cannot imagine the pain they felt, knowing
Through the blistering summer sun
They sing till the night falls.
I can recall the summer days, the days where I spent playing all day. The freckled and sun kissed skin. The days of 4H camp where we’d run away from the bugs that chased us around the pool. I remember crying from the irrational fears of capsizing the canoe against the rocks. The judging eyes of girls from cabin #14. Man did I hated 4H camp.
Waves crash against the rocks
Lovers guided by legends
Meet along the shores
I’ve never been in love. Much less a star-crossed one. I’ve heard of legends, seen shows that reenact them. A place where lovers meet to throw themselves into the sea because they cannot bare to be apart. I cannot imagine the pain they felt, knowing