Orange meets purple, here comes the tide.
The shore begins to darken, waves continue to ride.
As the sun kisses the sky goodnight,
a group of friends approach in the lunar light.
Sandy beaches under star speckled skies.
The full moon shines down where a blanket lies.
Familiar music plays that I know I never heard
but some how I’m able to sing each and every word.
Unaware that perception of time seems to fade,
understanding memories were meant to be made.
Laughing, living, loving with carelessly gentle ease
as the natural and comforting warm summer breeze.
Slowly, silently, we lament that time is not still.
We all agreed, if we could, it would be our will:
this summer’s night would last forever.
The night will always reign a month before September.
We found tranquility in our little piece of the world.
If only we could share it with every boy and girl.
Alas, time moves on, and the sun returns to reign,
forcing the moon, stars and night from whence it came.
The friends continue to marvel at the beauty of hues.
The sun melting away darkness into light yellows and blues.
We, too, think it’s due time we slip into sleep,
but we’re too afraid to leave a place so serene and sweet.
Inspiring poems, stories, dreams, memories and songs.
It’s hard to go home when it seems this is where we belong.