The iridescence of last summer

The summer months are faded now
like photographs left in the sun too long.
It's all a blur
of hazel eyes
and lake water 
dry grass
and nights so hot you can't sleep.
Sometimes I wish I could go back 
to last summer
and recapture the starlight reflected in those eyes of yours,
bottle the laughter we shared 
and keep it on a shelf 
for when I'm feeling down 
and it's too cold to go outside.
I remember how it felt to write good poetry 
for the first time 
like my soul could be freed
by the words my hands impatiently scribbled
and my mind didn't have to stay in this universe
where things make sense.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to last summer
and rewrite my dreams,
paint my story from a different perspective 
and dance in the rain one more time,
collecting the sunbeams 
that bring a smile to my face,
and climbing the trees of my front yard.
In last summer 
is where you can find me.
saturating myself in my childhood daydreams

Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

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