The 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 golden tug from far 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…

By Sharon Frye