The crickets of spring
is just like the summer's wind
as lonely and cold now as it has ever been.
the ticking and talking of each crickets song
is each of last summer's memories grazing
along.
puurfect and flowing
loud and calm
laying within you all night long.
sweet surrender
patient and clean
the grass covering up our skin
making us unseen.
these were the best times of my life
purrfect and peaceful
just as the crickets song
