~
Summer Moon ~
A shimmering moon in a Starry
sky,
And the wind singing through the
pine…
Reminds me of times when you and
I
Were once tangled like a vine…
But love grows old and becomes
routine,
And we go our separate ways-
Then the Summer Moon shines her
magic beam
And we're captured in her rays…
For the Summer Moon was made for
love,
For love that's young or old,
Her ancient pull from up above
Holds secrets, yet untold…
Yes, the Summer Moon enraptures
still,
She brings to us once more,
A place where love and hearts
can heal,
She's there…outside our door…
Sharon
Frye
©
2004
used
with
permission
Heroes
of
the
Heart
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