These are the Nights on Which Dreams are Built...

These are the nights on which dreams are built,
as heat consumes my breath.
The thick night air can spark my mind,
a beating in my chest.

These are the nights on which dreams are built,
with winter fleeting past.
The cold of limitation hides,
while the sun sets late at last.

These are the nights on which dreams are built,
with jackets stowed away.
A murmur from the anxiousness,
of those throughout the day.

These are the nights on which dreams are built,
when nothing seems too hard.
No moments of uncertainty,
no shield and no sword.

These are the nights on which dreams are built,
the walk from town to town.
Mother earth reclaims her kin,
with blossom all around.

These are the nights on which dreams are built,
the fear of life, oppressed.
On nights like these we dance and sing,
in cotton and in dress.

These are the nights on which dreams are built,
the past can haunt with joy.
Friendly faces lit by fire,
youth amongst the noise.

These are the nights on which dreams are built,
we close our eyes and breathe.
Now open to right here, right now
a place we haven't seen
in many months.

These are the nights on which dreams are built,
we laugh and love and miss.
The evening brings a moonlit scene,
each hot with moisture's kiss.

These are the nights on which dreams are built,
and I have been here before.
My childhood is woven tight,
with springtimes loving lore.

Blessed are these nights of dream,
where freedom has no guilt.
Close your eyes and fall in love,
on this night when dreams are built.


..i love summer