The rustle of turning leaves
Slices through the crisp summer breeze,
The blades of grass glisten
As the chalky moon light pours itself out,
My feet become stiff as I ease out onto the milky gravel,
The horizon remains undisturbed,
I feel your presence in the distance,
I long for the safety of your strong embrace
As I inhale and ponder the earth's reply,
But then the world seems right,
Your arms encase my childlike frame,
I spin around just in time to catch it,
That tiny gleam in those mysterious emeralds,
It promises forever,
I lean in close,
Your grasp becoming even more unbreakable,
You begin a quiet hum of the song we claim as ours,
We pull closer and dance for hours,
Although it seems only a moment,
Soon our song comes to a close,
Then summer begins its own symphony,
The thud of your heart matches perfectly
With the midsummer night melody