Summer Song

There's something in the air on a summer's evening.
Something that stirs the blood to beat harder, but slower than any other time.
Something that draws the eye up to the stars and makes me dream.

When the air is thick with possibility and new life.
Every night is another chance to re-make reality.

The beat runs through my veins -
calling my body to move, limbs contort.
Calling me to life.

Fire flaring in the black air.
Sparks shooting into the night.

Trees wave above and water flows.
Weaving through the night, the insects buzz.
Weaving through my mind, the hope grows.