Poetry / Summer Nights

Hot, humid summer dusk
Where only the slightest wind blows
Such fond memories do I have of nights such as this
Sitting carelessly on open patio’s
Chatting with friends of old
Around iron tables clothed
In empty glasses and stark naked bottles
I remember laughter
Beautiful and clear
In those moments everything seemed so real
There was no tomorrow
Yesterday but a dream
This world littered with lovers and friends
Traffic bustles by
A river of people chasing dreams
As the willing let go of time
And for a blissful moment forget our fears
In these summer nights a tradition of a thousand years.