Summer

    when the wind is blowing warm
    out of the southern night 
    and the mosquitoes can't get the tower
    to release them to their flight
    
    when the heat lightning is flashing
    from the clouds that seem so near
    and the rain that threatens enticingly
    you can smell it really clear
    
    when the summer night seems magical
    and the woes of man far away
    with the skies predicting great destiny
    and the trees and sagebrush play
    
    when you run and run into the dark
    without a single fear
    the cares and tribulations of the day
    can't survive for long out here
    
    and you have a magical moment
    when you can't believe you're really there
    when it seems that you're a god yourself
    and can do anything if you dare
    
    these are the times I live for
    though as I grow older they are too few
    and I wonder at the people on the street
    if they've ever had them too
    
    
    THC - 1994