A Memoir Of Summertime Poem by Rommel Galicia

Shall I not turn my head back on summer?
Those days passed left a pungent thought
So many a time you held me out of danger
From a rock bottom oblivious distraught.

Still I'm in a cudgel of remorse and ruse
It strangled me in adversary and mistrust
Like the leaves and flowers put in perils
When in summertime they withered fast.

I beheld the two faces of the moon
One that enticed me of her beauty all night
And one that begged me back her throne
As a dark cloud hid her glory and might.

I remember you back in a summertime
Those days were so pure and lovely then
Where all in a place I only heard a chime
From a heart that lived for me back when.

RMG 2/26/2020 9PM #onlifeandlovetolive