POEM: The Darkest Decembers Grow Into the Balmiest of Junes

We are more than the Decembers of our darkest loss,
We are also the warm Junes as well;
We are the endless daylight of friendship too;
We are the most barefoot-in-the-grasses pirates of love,
We are children on school-less, moon-less summer eves
Who believe in everything.

It is here you will always find us.
It is here, where we will always be.