The Fortunate Swallow

The day is warm with this sweltering heat,

I feel your body all over me; deep...

Today is gone, and what's left to follow...

Is this society bleek? 

The fortunate swallow..

The day is cold; with this shivering need,

To grab onto somebody with intensity,

The night is young- No need to follow you...

Through the dark... And in my heart....

Fires to spark....I will begin to start.....

Conspire to inspire you, 

The fortunate swallow flying high...

The fortunate swallow in your eye.

The fortunate swallow begins to die!

The swallow; lost from the sky.