To the ‘lazy, hazy, crazy days (and nights) of summer…’

When the Sun Goes Down

when the sun goes down
time to loose the sound
let the music roll
from windows and stages
all over town

dance in moonlit courtyards
sylvan groves and bars
bodies sway in sync
communing deep in
Luna’s silvery sight

rhythmic enchantment
enfold us till all
passions are spent
and sunrise dazzles
our red-rimmed eyes

–LE