July
The last week of July.
The poem of you and I.
A dream that will not die.
A crying butterfly.
Between the planets and the stars.
Above your darkness and the scars.
In the sea, the earth, the sky.
Gods tell their reason why.
About the words right from the heart.
About a thought that always counts.
About an honest tear that flows.
Love from me, and no one knows.