The Song of a Summer Night

A quiet song runs through my head,

A song I used to know;
A back porch swing, the rustling tide,

The full moon's muted glow,

A breath of honeysuckle breeze

That stopped to say hello

And gently kiss my half closed lids

Before it had to go.

And all the while there'd be that song,

Its notes, so soft and low,

Sometimes, at night, I hum it still

For I do miss it so....