MY SUMMER LOVE
On warm, summer evenings, when the sky is blue,
When streams are swelled with a turquoise hue,
My vision strays to a woman in white,
Donning a dress which glows in the sunlight.
Her name is grave, as a statue in the square.
And her symphony is of diamonds, ineffable – untold.
She wanders by the sea, where billows are round and gold.
And the redolent breezes which kiss her raven hair
Gild the glimmering, exquisite grace of her fair
Countenance, angelic – in the aromatic air.
JOHN LARS ZWERENZ
Leave a Reply