Promises

Summertime.

Full of pockets,

with promises in them.

Stars coursing across the

milky way,

silent travellers, all.

Somewhere, in between the words~

 lies my heart.

Which was shaped as a quaver  note  that fell

quietly on the midnight air and into yours.

Now I'm here,

thinking of you.

An empty seashell,

wishes and dreams pouring out

into the waiting tide.