The moon watched over us and the stars winked our way.
We lay on our backs discussing the past few days.
Softly, the wind played with my hair.
Trees surrounding where we lay seemed to stare.

My heart began to fly with invisible wings.
Locusts and tree frogs started to sing.
The slow rise of his chest pulled on the lids of my eyes.
Rustle of leaves sounded like a series of sighs.

Summer love tasted bitterly sweet.
The hammock bowed with heavy defeat.
Life seemed perfect for a short, dear time.
For those short minutes all I could want was his hand in mine.