Perfect Circle Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Winter rain, washed away with summer rays,
the time of december has turned to july,
once what was a question, has become clear,
something that you thought you have missed,
was right in front of you, staring at you,
inviting you to get away, and take the hand,
that will lead you to the snow covered trees,
to the time you want to be in, to experience,
things you didn't want to feel like, fade,
and disperse, as if you gave it away,
to the wind, to the rain, to the snow,
no need to pretend, when you are,
no need to miss, when you are always wanted,
sadness and hurt, and few and in between,
something that was projected like a light on a dark backdrop,
a perfect circle to break the binds, the torn ligaments,
the lost hopes, and displaced dedications,
the want to be and the desire to climb,
that gives you somewhere to go home to!