Youth Flame Siren Call Hot Summer Nights Poem by Terence George Craddock

youth was a siren call hot summer nights
wind whipped haunted child echo souls
crowds of schoolyard childhood friends
time lost scattered fall to autumn winds
artists sing snared enter life mysteries
unseen by shadow earth dust grounded lives

artists turn leaf pages
follow siren songs
in mind paint word pictures
in thought galleries
echoes in time ripples

never ran against everywhere winds
were we flame burning minds
rapture riding cosmic solar winds
moving child stationary rocks
to cast space meteor flight journeys


Terence George Craddock (Shadows Of Light)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock