Nightglow A Summer Song
By
Jude Kyrie


*The perfume of summer
falls sweetly into the night air.
If I breathe softly
I catch the fragrance
of my lover’s hair.
And this nocturnal dampness
shall hold me here transfixed
throughout the last shadows
of nightfall.
If heaven were to fill my
glass with ambrosia.
And I were to drain it
in a single swallow.
This Nightglow would still see me
standing sober and mellow.
My eyes fixed upon the heady bloom
of the summer moon.
The wild clematis and honeysuckle
tangled in its gentle light.
Sleep shall remain far away.
As I swallow the last of the
honeyed sweetness
of this nightglow.