That Summer Heat That Stoked My Fires

That Summer Heat That Stoked My Fires There was that summer heat that stoked my fires- Soft the winds blew, long the beauties reigned; And then a dream came that burned into my desires, Bringing on love that was real not feigned. Hot sandy beach and an angel walking there, One that swiftly entered my longing soul. She was heaven with long flowing dark hair; My brain cried, lets gamble, let the dice roll, And fate granted my fevered wish that hot day. For my boldness brought her hand to hold; Days we spent within our dream, we did not stray, Nor did we feel the winds that blow so cold. Months of bliss, majestic nights under glowing moons- Then without cause it all went to hell; No more dancing, no more sweet musical tunes Why it blew up, I to this day can not tell. Hot summer dream ended and sadly so did our love- Now to find that it was a beautiful fleeting grace, I wonder was she, that angel, truly sent from above To teach me in life, that great loss one must bravely face? Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2016 Note.-: Based upon a sad reality I faced as a young man when I was still wet behind the ears... Ancient history.... Yet a memory burned in so deep.....