Awake the sun heat spirits
dance through glades of ghost
grass where the whispers
of the winds stir hairs
on napes of necks
and your Blazing disc discourage
noon ruckus in sweat
trickle runs between thoughts
thick and sticky

Swelter up the power grid
where hipsters sip pina coladas
and ribbon streamer conditioned
air slips into rooms

while fire hydrants spray kids in
cities where the rivers far
and the lakes not safe
cool active minds and bodies
in motion

how about the lightening bugs
aren't out tonight
stare into the darkness
for glimpse of just one

the tall shadowy trees
under the starlights does twinkle a little
with sparkles of light
imagined they are fire bugs

but, know it's not them
just wishful thinking on my part
realizing the full moon no longer shines
so bright through my den's window

the new moon is out tonight
the only things shining bright
stars i wonder about
that forms andromeda and pegasus 

lovely roses

we all love roses
both when alive
and
when we die,
we take their perfume along
and
those left behind,
place roses in pages of books
as bookmarks
for the end of time ...
when newer generations
repeat the same story of love
we all have
and
had in mind ...
roses are for ever
dear friends…
of mine

Bliss (original)

most of all, I miss our mingled laughter...

traveling the telephone lines,
burning away the many miles
of the abyss of distance between us,
your heart and mine.

your envisioned smile
took me to an elevated state of bliss...
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Bliss (suggested changes)

Bliss
most of all, I miss our shared laughter...
traveling the telephone lines,

banishing the many miles
of the abyss between,
your heart and mine.