Summer Sun, Summer Moon

The sun and
The moon
Have conspired
This summer season,
Plotting
Their glorious
Displays
Of splendor
Causing panic
Within the masses
Making people
Crazy
With fever
And fun.

Have your way
With us,
Make us
Your slaves
And bid us
Fair days
And furious nights
Drinking in
The beauty
Of sweat,
Of skin,
Of smiles,
Of sin,
Of synergy,
Of laziness,
Of laughter,
Of alcohol’s light
And of celebration!

Leave us
Alone
Down here
To make sense
Of your gifts
Bestowing us
With the
Intoxicating
Recipe for repose,
Supposing
We were created
In some image,
Making magic
On this stage
Called summer.