Summer

What a beautiful night,
when the sun decides to stroll beneath the moon
and the stars come out to play under the purple sky,
when the owls and trees find common ground
and darkness envelopes them in the warm breeze,
when we lie under this velvet canopy
and look above to see speckled bursts of white light,
when our hearts flutter with the wind
and release the pressure from a long day’s travel,
when you and I finally join to meet at the crossroads
and tangle ourselves around each other for a summer’s love.

RTH