Friday, July 11, 2008

Nostalgic Summer Night

Nostalgic summer night
Colder than January Snow sight
I miss the tender summer breeze
I miss the public seats
The view of summer houses alive
Curved on hills and mountains
I miss the open door
Old windows
The secrets being told
Words and loud laughter

I miss the rhythm of hesitant footsteps
And the beat of silence between words
The echo of cars between shadows of stone homes
I miss the scattered clouds
The clear sky

Truth is hidden behind tears
On such summer nights
What are we most nostalgic for?

1 comment:

Deena said...

last stanza is especially poignant.