SUMMER 1969

Sometimes when evening falls too soon
And years slip by too fast,
I shake the autumn from my hair
And dream of

Summer nights beside a lake shared with a friend in the peacefulness that 

spreads itself across the earth at the end

Come walk with me this magic night
Let a golden moon light our way
As cicada chirps count our steps
And drown the secret words

Summer nights are listening to frogs sing by the pond.

Summer nights are laying in a hammock, enjoying the breeze.

Summer

Summer nights.

Sitting in the porch swing,
With you close by my side,
Swaying to our hearts' rhythm,
In the fragrant summer