Year
Into the summer night of love's presence,
I dreamt of you,
my silent inner singing in the night tide's
breakers,
neath the gray-blue of the dear crescent moon,
such a sleepy sojourn of august stars,
where soft remembrance from years ago ~
sweetly soothes my woe,
once, we kissed ~
into the summer night of love's presence.
For anyone who's loved and lost a summer love.
Regina,
Emotionally uplifting epic. I'm flattered by your compliment on my intelligence.
Having read this masterpiece I'd say you are much more intelligent than I'll ever be.
Warm wishes
M