Endless Summer

Endless Summer

A Poem by Dazhanay Wilson
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"In the winter of my life, these men were my only summer." - Lana Del Rey

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I remember long days fading to night as my youth disintegrated into the lights on the beach

I remember heavy hearts dragging mine through the sand, pushing and laughing

I remember dazy sunsets blazing throughtout my eyes following to the end of my spine, as the waves to my soul

I remember wanting to die for these stars in hope of becoming one

I remember dancing to the beat of the aching trees and the wind they fought, huffing and howling

I remember feeling as if the world was no more, me and these moments entangled

I remember lifting and capturing souls and dreams,
absorbing the energy of others,
While losing my own

I remember reflecting against the sun and thinking the worst of myself,
the sun gazing in question.

I remember gazing back,
lost in it's deadly yet ineffable stare

I remember staring into it's sky for answers of my fate,
Suprised at it's response

I remember seeing my doubt burned away by the Sun's energy,
Still doubtful yet excited

I remember telling the sun to give up,
to let me and my doubt be
Against my stong urge to rebel

I remember hopeless nights like these all the time,
Haunting and dazzling,
Spinning me out of control into an endless summer

I remember glancing down at the ocean for assurance of my decisions,
Stumbling into it as I noted that even the most beautiful thing can be deadly and that,
that chance is the only thing that keeps us from total ephemeral joy

© 2016 Dazhanay Wilson


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Added on April 24, 2016
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Dazhanay Wilson
Dazhanay Wilson

New York, NY



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