When I was a child my Summer nights
did not entice me as much
only dreams and smothering blankets
filled the endless gaps
between long hours of play
Sure there was Halloween and Christmas Eve
and other times to appease me,
but most Summer nights
were just a delay
to the next morning’s fun
that would come my way.
that would come my way....
When I became a teen
all those sweet summer nights
they directed me to dance across
the latest stages of my growing up
Much to my delight....
County Fairs with pretty girls
eager to share rides with me
as well as cotton candy-flavored kisses,
bringing me my first understandings
of what love’s true bliss is,
Plus that girl next door who transitioned
from being my mud pie making assistant
to a huge ache in my heart
that became persistent
for she had grown up
so beautiful.
and sometimes under
the cover of darkness
we would slip away
to pay lip service
to our newfound admiration
under the moon and stars
and Summer nights
they also brought
Dances and Proms that
that allowed me to
pull God’s loveliest
creations close to me
in long minutes of warm flesh
and whispered endearments.
buttered promises
that I still raise toast to
with a melancholy grin.
And Summer nights they brought
the blessings of my first rusty old car
that granted me freedom
to escape with some young Goddess
to a place where I could hold her tight
We'd travel over the
sun-baked, cooling roads
till we wound up at some lane for lovers
where my car's back seat became
a throne for passion,
our bodies molded together
by a hungry need, our hearts racing
through the many possibilities
with only some sampled
because the girls I loved
would only go so far
but oh, what a journey
~~~~~~it was.
And it's those youthful Summer nights
that come back to haunt me
in the wee hours of my current life
as my aging it taunts me
back when my innocence transitioned
into the hood of adult
and though my Summer nights
still till hold enticements
there is nothing that comes close to
the pulse racing, butterflies in my belly
sweet embracing of a youthful love
now just memories for savoring
on August nights reserved for all
who are just growing old.
We are only granted 18 years
of such splendid summer eves,
and then life sets us on a course
that allows no returning
except down memory lanes
in detours from what is to what was
a vacation from one's senses
when they're feeling blue.
We must cherish them, and they will
enrich us for all of our lives,
by remembering all those long-gone
Summer nights.
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio-©-2020
Matthew F. Blowers III
credit to & Inspired by some music I heard
by Allen Folk Prod. So I created my
own, completely different, guitar version
Enjoy the journey Back.
