AUGUST GO BACKThe evening
passed by sighing
warm and pleasant greetings
and the crickets never
missed a beat
as the late summer symphony
played love songs
to an audience of dark shadows
and the sinking day.
They sat there together
lost to the world
of dying dreams
and fragile hopes.
Catching
golden memories
in the stream of the pale moon.
The fireflies danced
before their very eyes.
That night
he held her
and kept her
from slipping away
in the soft melody.