Year
Into the summer night of love's presence,
I dreamt of you,
my silent inner singing in the night tide's
breakers,
neath the gray-blue of the dear crescent moon,
such a sleepy sojourn of august stars,
where soft remembrance from years ago ~
sweetly soothes my woe,
once, we kissed ~
into the summer night of love's presence.
For anyone who's loved and lost a summer love.
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