Summer Nights

Summer Nights, with fireflies in the sky,

becomes beauty through my eyes.

Cool arid winds like the desert,

blew right through my eyes.

The dancing stars are so afar, 

they became to be neon lights in my eyes.

As moonshine pours in her mason jar,

I saw the moonlight in her eyes.

I pulled up in my fast car, 

and she was beauty in my eyes.