visit me here in the summertime,
when wild flowers bloom and
inspirations are free. you can
scream and no one will hear you,
lie and everyone will believe you.
visit me here, no one will harm
you except yourself and your
religion. the sun arrives late
and leaves early, the moon has
a mind of its own. up the road
a man has made dandelion wine.
down the road, we can get ice
cream. i will sit at the window
and watch for you. your violin
will make me smile again. the
peepers will serenade you. we
will dance barefoot in the clover.
leave your winter wrap behind.
the gray squirrels will teach you
magic and the morning doves will
heal your grief. visit me here in
the summertime when i miss you