Summer boy

Winter eyes, questionable ties
Thoughts that coat my tired mind.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”
Wish I had the right to say
Wish that I can work that way.

Summer in my winter gloom.
Lighthouse to the sea.
Sun behind the moon.

Emotional swarm.
Looks that warns,
Something potentially fatal.
Eye of the storm.
Smile that warms,
A baby in a cradle.

The way you move, a wave of heat
That instantly destroys me.
A wall that guards
My want of knowledge
And a heart that is not even listening.