As I sit beneath the summer moon so bright,
And watch as the fireflies flash their light,
I think back to that one spectacular

Moonstuck, again

Hanging out. Hanging low. Moon glow drips over the budding landscape.

Even though it is thousands of miles

As I lay hear under the rich deep, dark,

and blue skies that are covered with twinkling stars

 from the heavens above;

Echoes of the Moon

            Sunbeams rippled on the shimmering

Late August night.