Summer Moon

I watch as the world falls in love with you,

A child of the sun, born under the summer light
— when the weather was warm, and the breeze was just right.
A child of summer laughter at the backseat of my mother’s car;
reminder of happier times, happier days, precious, happy memories packed in a jar.

Son of the summer wind, a creature of paradoxes:
So full of life, of questions, of dauntless, unfiltered passions
But so full of shivering shy smiles so carefully casted atop fleeting, fading glances.
How do you pack the seasons into one body of warmth, body of cold, body of bold summer waves? Body crafted to dance like an entire ocean reaching out to lure people into your water.
You; are the seas that cradle, and I, a drenched victim of the summer.

I watch as the world falls in love with your smile,

Slow at the first dusk, shy, hesitant glances like the first sunray grazing the horizon,
But then steadfast in blooming as the whole sky lights up in a bright, unapologetic manner
Crescent moon eyes shining like they hold an entire constellation of stars and tingling laughter
— how do you paint an entire cycle of time into your existence?

I watch as the world falls in love with your siren song,

Stories of old, stories of now, stories of the uncertain and hopeful future;
They mourn, smile, and appreciate stories that aren’t their own,
Because you packed empathy into the daunting melody, like a siren luring people with the warmth of home
Perhaps they wish to find home somewhere wherein your warmth may roam.

I watch as the world falls mad head over heels, without reason nor rhyme — in love with you
I smile at their sighs of content upon the descant of the ivory keys where your fingers learn to dance
And it brings me warmth to see someone so entirely loved
for every smile, every laughter, every shy glances, every note sung, every excitement expressed, every foolishness captured
You, child of summer you; bright, vibrant weather you;
The entire spectrum of colour you; warm, afternoon slumber you;
An impossible lover you —
My rest, my muse, my moon you;
My faraway dream, ever so bright my summer gleam.

Happy birthday.