Summer Nights

Mon, 11/17/2014 - 12:08 -- Usa33i


Summer Nights, In a crescent of song.

Moonlit beams, graciously falling from faraway stars

Palm to palm, in a continuous hold

When the dawn comes, we’ll wake again 


In the dark, we can sense beauty

the glow, of a million lights

Deep in the heart of clear calm waters

In the dusk, we’ll meet again


Free, with your hands clasped to me

In a world, so vastly unknown

Love, in the hearts we have praised 

Love like thee, Wait for me


Summer Nights, in the crescent of a song


Dream a song, for you and I, before the morn

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