by Lonnie Hicks
Summer comes but once a year
for many and most
But yours is eternal.
A little bit of it traverses the tiny distance between us
and makes me bloom more than I should.
You have given me a thousand thousand starry summer nights;
You like dancing in the moonlight;
each ballet step you raise high
as all stands still in the moonbeam night;
your form revolving swirls and pirouettes.
My backyard glows with stardust;
the air fills with fireflies;
I sit mesmerized
staring into the wonderland
you create
those eternal summer days
those eternal moonlight nights.
You fly across the sleeping roses
and my heart stops.





