Southern Nights

The liquid air of a languid Southern night

Hung like a sweet vapor casting its aura on the pale moonlight.

Fireflies danced merry amidst the darkened wood of the old magnolia trees

Blinking in and out brightly on the soft scents of a Southern summer’s breeze.

Pleasant of days past dreams drifted lazily upon the soul so sweet

Delivering now unto the ponderous heart, delicacies so fine to keep.

The moon in its wisdom smiled from behind its shear lace shroud,

And I the solitary dreamer came into a soft and simple peace

 A peace, long forgotten, one which was once lost,

But now in the heat of an August night it has been found.

J. Allen Wilson © Eight 2006