Summer Dreams, Not Just a Summer Love
Summer dreams,
often turn to ashes
when the summer days,
of golden sun,
come to an end.
He never understood,
why it had to be so,
perhaps as they often say,
there is a certain magic –
in a starry summer night.
There is a certain magic,
in the golden days,
when it seems that the world,
has become so much more kind,
when it seems,
that along every sandy beach,
there are two sets of footprints,
washed away by the waves,
lapping against the shore –
but the memories remain forevermore.
He only knew that when he first saw her,
it was a bright June day,
her dress was as blue as the summer sky,
her lips as red as the roses,
that bloomed nearby.
It seemed that all that summer long,
they just waltzed along,
every moment they could,
spent together,
with tender kisses shared.
Yet he fretted,
keeping in mind,
that summer romances,
never continue –
with autumn leaf dances.
With every smile they shared,
every passionate kiss,
he kept wondering,
how true was her I love you.
As August days drifted by,
it was so fine to have her,
by his side.
Summer dreams,
they shared,
summer kisses,
so warm and divine
and so it happened,
that he held her ever tighter –
as August slipped into September.
Hand in hand,
they sat as he watched,
the autumn wind,
begin to play,
with the leaves on the trees
and he started to wonder –
if soon she would want to be free.
He told her how much he cared,
he told her of his love,
it was then that his heart,
filled with so much joy,
as he said I love you,
she turned to him and smiled,
her words were like a lovely melody –
as she replied, “I’m so glad you are mine”.
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True love lasts far beyond summer and on to eternity. Love this poem, Rasma. Well done.
Thank you, Phyllis.
Your poetry covers love for every season. Beautifully crafted Rasma. Jamie
Thank you very much, Jamie.