To The Moon And Back

". . . I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days. . . ." - Thoreau

when summer's spearmint breath whispers sweet nothings and hollers to the moon and back

a collected ocean waves a hushed, supple greeting as the sun caresses wanting skin

meet me by the trusted shore my dear

we've everything to gain and nothing to fear

as one hand holds you and the other tries to steer

take my candid hand

contiguous fingers intertwined like unnumbered days of eternity

who says we can't be born again

radio playing cool while the season grows hotter

as an unexpected, afternoon, rain shower falls a little harder

apart we need

together, nothing we lack

as we ride off into the sunset

in an open top cadillac

Author's Note

"Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

Good stuff
I also did an old Caddie thing way back when
They definitely have an aura to them all relating back to the good old days
Be too cool Dood!!

[Pete]

yes, they do have a mystique all their own. just something about them. i don't have to worry about as much hair these days as i used to with the top down. thanks cool dave ... :)

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Your poem takes me back in time. When I would ride around in my old MG convertible in warm summer days with the top down of course. In the early and mid 80s that was my time to enjoy my youth despite my brooding features. Very nice work Pete.

[Pete]

thanks carlos. that's a great memory you share - these are the things we hold onto! youth is so fleeting - maybe that's people like such cars - to race against life and beat it at it's own game ... :)