Summer memory

I again crave the humanity of a summer evening’s air,

the warmth of old sunlight and dancing bodies,

where the wind is soft and careful,

a slow parting of the past

conversations from the day,

and a beginning of

the melting amber glow,

the dissolving smell of bitter pool water,

into our flowing moonlit nights.

~*~

I will again feel the day escape out of the folds of my brain,

to see the sun and wind swim

by with everything I have ever loved,

to hope it is possible

to live here forever and to know,

I will lose it,

as it melts and stirs

and dissolves with each warm breathe,

into the summer ocean of our existence.