Summer Nights

The summer nights were deep and long
when we were there together
discovering the mysteries of flesh on flesh

It mattered not who led or followed
we danced the dance of life as one
and ever after, our tomorrows
were built upon the weave we'd spun

Like gossamer, or feathers flying free
our spirits would ascend to glorious heights
because we'd found within the depths
the source of ever-living light

but summer ended
as summer always does
and in a sudden flash of light
we took to flight

Copyright 1999 Michaelette L. Romano
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