Early hours of a lit summer
ambling down the hushed road
the trees quivered cautiously
street lights awfully glowed

Oh wait! Someone's there!
A lost friend, the amusing breeze
"Here, for the day's greatness"
She greeted with a wheeze

The moon's also present
gleaming and upbraiding me
"How dare you stand in silence
and not shout in glee!"

Synonym of perfection
calmest of a sight
precious of a feeling
in an amiable summer night

And now, as I sank in tranquility
the night's making a fall
A smoke of cigarette came from nearby
and broke it all