The air is thick with firefly light,
Soft whispers hum through summer night.
The world exhales a gentle heat, where shadows dance and hearts may meet.
The grass is damp, the river glows, reflecting dreams the moon bestows.
Each laugh we shared, each fleeting glance, is caught within the night’s expanse.
The scent of jasmine curls and climbs, a fragrant echo of our times.
The stars lean close to watch us play, and chase the fading edge of day.
Yet even as the night winds bend, its fleeting charm will find an end. But in that hour, suspended, still, the world obeys our quiet will.
And when the dawn returns its gray, the summer night will drift away.
Its memory burns, a secret flame, alive, eternal, in our name.
