That Summer Night

I often think back to That summer night, A veil of warmth Lightly draped the air As the sky melted into Streaks of orange and violet. I often think back to The birds that summer night, Who, perfectly perched atop a sea of emerald, Burst into a synchronized array As the tacit itinerary Called them into routine. I often think back to The quest that summer night, When I followed the birds Entrancingly As they led me to an iron gate, Who’s sun-warmed handle tempted my hand. I often think back to The sense of fate that summer night, It was as if summer itself Had expected me to come, And there beyond the gate stood The person, the reason, for its beckoning of me. I often think back to The sounds of that summer night When the iron gate creaked opened, and revealed to me your image. A still calmness Grasped the air, The soft patter of bare feet Stepping over the smooth stone floor echoed softly As I shyly made my way over to a twilit pool, Who’s only inhabitant stood quietly watching me on the other side. I often think back to The moment that summer night When my eyes first caught yours. By now the sky had been Painted with deep shades of blue, Drops of light scattered above As curious, crystal eyes Gazed wondrously Into those of gentle green. I often think back to The pool that summer night When it first brought us together. We stood in opposite ends Of the moonlit water, The space between us closing As we drifted our way Towards each other With every step bringing us nearer. I often think back to The connection that summer night When I felt so right being next to you. As soon as we touched Everything was perfect, As if the warm hands of That summer night Had wrapped me in their arms And led me into yours.