A SENIOR SUMMER

A SENIOR SUMMER

Lavender nights and sweetpea days
are lost in summer's blistering haze;
a senior summer and I long for peace
as time stands still and troubles cease.

What used to be will no longer matter,
we fill our days with incessant chatter;
beach chairs, lawn chairs, early nights
beneath the moon and northern lights.

Memories fade as time marches on
and soon the summer will be gone,
leaving only a bit of happy residue
when I shared my world with you.

Waves wash up on a distant shore,
what has been will be no more.
time to breathe the clean fresh air,
share these days with those who care.

Lavender nights and sweetpea days
are lost in summer's blistering haze,
the sands of time erode my youth
leaving me with only a bitter truth.

Countrymom
7/10/06