Endless Summer Night

Sometimes I wish for an endless summer night

Sweet cicada serenades as you drift down the lane

Enveloped by the glow of street lights

Your feet barely touch the ground

As crickets join the singing

And the air smells of fresh cut grass and possibility

Like anything can happen if you wish hard enough

In the twilight, I run headlong into my dreams

Until the sun breaks the horizon at dawn

And I must face the day