The Return

Fresh breeze
On a Sunday morning
Decisions made with ease
Drowned with a calling

Found myself grasping
For a good memory
Got myself dodging
Pictures of destiny

Sun rays in my face
They are reflections from your eyes
Holding me tight like a shoe lace
Embarking me in sensual pries

This is my getting back
This is my return
Put me on your stack
Leave me unstern.

a.n. again once more thank you for all the great reviews you’re all making.