The Musings of a Single Young Man, Part 4

4th out of 5 in this poetic suite...

"Seasons of Attraction: Summer"
by Neil Mullins

It is twilight; a Summer's eve soft and clear
An orchestra full of stars is out to play
I lean my ear towards them; oh sweet music!
I stand and wait for my muse, I know she is near.

Though my toes touch the ground, I do not feel it
A golden season, and a drunken heart, I must admit
Though the drink is not wine; it is hope and love
Feeling endless; as sweet, warm winds from above.

I will run o'er the shore, seeking the one who eludes me
To find her... beyond the sunset, hold hands, and be free.
The heat wont bother us, we shant be found
And the love we share will be strong, as waves unbound.

The Musings of a Single Young Man, Part 1

I've decided to post my most recent poetry project, which, due to the demands and attitudes caused by school, has taken over 2 months to do, and is still not complete. It is a suite of five poems, and... well, you'll see what it's about. One poem left to write for it, and maybe by the end of the week that one will be out, too.

Comments and questions are welcome.

"Seasons of Attraction: Autumn"
by Neil Mullins

On a cool Autumn day, when the sun settles down
And the clouds are scattered on the horizon
I look off to where the paint meets the canvas
But my mind is not where my eyes gaze upon.

No, it is where my heart looks that my mind thinks
And during Fall I often wonder if I am on the brink
Of becoming the only stone in the yard
To weather the gales and rain for years to come.

And yet I also ponder amidst the hues in the trees
If it is not too late to try and harness the breeze,
To fly down closer to the source of warmth,
Even though, with each passing day, it is fading?