Lower Antelope Canyon, Arizona

The SUmmon

When love calls,
My throbbing heart knows no territory,
Hallowed Heaven, earthy earth,
or the boiling bowels of the netherworld,
I shall come running.
Like a streak of lightning,
That marks the sky,
I shall streak the paths,
My wild hair shall contrail my path,
For I've got your summon.

Patience can be doodled in imagination,
But shall never come into play.
Please stay as a pretty word in the pages,
All I know is to streak the sky with the color of our love,
For you've summoned me.

Comments