Song of Summer

Below the fading clouds,
the ripples from the tides
are caught in serenades of
the summer, with laughter
from the docks and sand
between our toes, with us
left wandering around the
lake, caught in that lasting
hour between stars and sun,
counting the fading shades
of the sky, whispering until
tomorrow to our sun-kissed
loving haze – we know how
to serenade our days, start
with a song of the lake and
hope summer never fades.