Feeling in my fingers unmistakable upon missed opportunity.

Seconds wasted if not spent in locked optics.

Alive again when palms touch.

Interlocking digits breathe life into a once empty soul.

The mere echo of your presence brings a peace

thought not to be found again.

My Cheshire cat.

Through trials to stave off for so long.

But the game was played all too well.

Feelings like the tide,

A warm rush all over then left with a lingering coldness when away.

Concealed passion coded in every expression.

Hidden moments shared just beyond listening eyes.

Soft warmth caressing under cold light.

Encouraged by sweet nothings,

Innate yearnings stifled so long,

Restraint grows weaker with each encounter.

Reasoning attempts to triumph,

But efforts are fruitless

As they fall on disarmed senses

And feelings numb to repercussions.

Daydreams becoming reality.

Reality becoming an act.

The act becomes the being.

Though the being finds it becomes itself,

In truest form and fashion,

With every kiss.

– Summer


Panthera Leo

A soul of true warmth and courage.

Your mane strong, proud,

Yet well-natured.

Never straying from the path of righteousness

Passionately paved.

Each brick it’s own unique shape and message.


Lessons engraved.

Memories that pulse through my brain,

With every beating of my heart.

As one leaves, another floods in.


A history book never to be replaced.

Without you, origin lost,

With you, pages missing.

Was it I who put you on the shelf?


The sunsets glaze over my eyes

As we watched from a balcony of forgotten dreams.

Ties unbreakable.

Not understood by the Moon’s eye

As he floats in the unknown.


Long gone are the days

When I once rested on your shoulders

Could it be time to carry you?


– Summer


No understanding of this yearning in my soul

Many times I have left my domain

In bewilderment towards feelings deep within

Why must I return there?


Details of the world my transportation

Acquainted sounds

Disturbing vivid memories

Touches felt before and yet never at all


Eyes see not what is in front

But what lay behind

Only finding the past,

Becoming evermore present


In the silence, teleporting melodies

A time when nothing of the world was known

And the world knew nothing of my existence

A time of days spent in the yard

Colours more vibrant

Everything was something  

Time never moved forward

Warm wind greeted skin,

As we gazed on the setting horizon

Slowly turning to terrain bathed in city lights

We never grew


Smiles inescapable

Though thoughts of the future creep in

And grow in darkness

Tears building in my eyes

I know I cannot stop them

Because I do not know how they started

They stream down my face cold as ice

I do not wipe them away

Because I want to feel them

Accept them


Then maybe tomorrow I will know why…

– Summer

To Remind Me of Home

As I get ready to embark on a new journey in a new environment I did what any human being would do naturally, I started to think of all the things that I’m familiar with and long for. I found myself thinking about the food more than anything but also the scenery that was once common place now a rare find in my new settings. I know I won’t be gone forever but each passing day definitely feels like it. Long story, short, here are some of my works to capture the essence of my home.

– Summer