Poetry: Cara Jones

Spring

Your eyes are the blue of
the sky
's the limit to
our dream of the future
is sweet like my memories of
our past
glows gently like
the sun
's beams shine from your eyes
every day
i live my best
for you
the moon rises and sets
every night
i dream of you and
i
love you.

Summer

There were mountains and forests
and waterfalls and music
on top of a high high mountain
in a dark night filled with stars.
You whispered my name in my ear
from a million miles away.