lost

Lost Response

Re-entry through points of light.
Inebriated in love�s early sight.
It�s you picturing our blissful irony.
It�s blue in and through the entirety

It�s you I love to focus on.
Taken in the gloss rays of the sun.
Flourishing and suspending
Anything you wish.
Thinking the air is the water
And you are a fish.

I hear what is true
And to be clearly with you
mid-summer failed to find me.
To smile down the audible objects
To see,
Because I always want to be near you
and just leave it
you and me.