Nights like these
Sodden summer air
When the cicadas hum
And fireflies float
Flash photography
In the breezeless sky
Is when I best remember
Our July
In the rain
When the sun has just kissed
The horizon
And all goes still
Then comes to life
That first summer
Was honeysuckle on our tongues
Sweet for a moment
Then gone
But the flavor
Lingers
And you never forget
Your first taste
Memories
They are hard to grasp
To keep a hold of
Evaporating
Like rain on pavement
Dissipating into
A Midsummer Nights Dream
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
Nights like these
Sodden summer air
When the cicadas hum
And fireflies float
Flash photography
In the breezeless sky
Is when I best remember
Our July
In the rain
When the sun has just kissed
The horizon
And all goes still
Then comes to life
That first summer
Was honeysuckle on our tongues
Sweet for a moment
Then gone
But the flavor
Lingers
And you never forget
Your first taste
Memories
They are hard to grasp
To keep a hold of
Evaporating
Like rain on pavement
Dissipating into
A Midsummer Nights Dream
