A poetess and her lover in the daydreams of midsummer's seduction, soon give up bursting brightness to evensongs, as the gloaming arrives, hesitates, then offers herself to the night, as the fireflies rejoice in freedom, the foxfire's emerald luminescence guides whispering wood nymphs. The union of laughter, sharing summer vintage as the lush leaves on moonlit trees turn silver. The summer's romance, the ecstatic poetry, the adoring hours I gave to him, left so silently into a longing autumn.

I, at first,
only saw his eyes
as if they were
the nautical blue sky of Montauk
on a newborn summer dawn.

Yet, ghostly waves of night tides,
and heaven's constellation thrones,
could not compare to such sparkled spheres,
enchantment, a gift to my being.

His sun-streaked hair had traces of sand,
and our starlight embraces, as we walked
the gray-purple twilight dunes,
dance into my dreams,
how could those orbs of mystery,
of promise, of poetic charms,
and deep depths of our unions,
depart from me,
from my cherishing.