An Evening In August

In early August,before summer ends, before the winds of autumn gust, before new fashions and new friends, watching the glaze of the sun at dusk, The evening sky painted gold,yet cool, the days are still hot and worn, we have yet to see bedspreads of wool, and still wear socks,dirty and torn, Yet,beneath the waning moonlight, I gaze into your eyes with solemn vow, which shines intentively bright, feeling Tchaickovsky's "Pas de Deau", Feeling in the night,our bodies sway, as we float high above the Eiffel Tower, and I in tune with Chevalier's "Outre", as we embrace into the early morning hour, The momentum which the night will bring, as the comfort sets within, above us Angels sofetly sing, and your beauty I embrace now and herein, Stars of endless time,in endless space, mirrors a halo above your head, and as you dance in enlighten grace, I vision a surreal goddess in silk and lace, To hold you with a soft embrace, and kiss you which warms my heart, feeling a slight breeze across my face, the promise we gave to never part, because together,this is where we start.