Ode to Summer Nights

Summer nights
what a glory to the senses
the lazy street lamps cast down a hazy glow
creating dandelion tufts of faded orange orbs
sickened and pale in comparison
to the radiant moon

As I ride down empty streets
The breeze brushes my skin
like cool silk

Sleepy houses sigh,
each releasing an aroma
that glides past me
as I fly silently through the pulsing darkness

I try to grasp these smells
but they merely slip away
like fine sand through my fingers;
glimpses into the lives of the dreaming houses;

a fleeting odor of stale cigarette butts
a hint of pungent jasmine
a fluttering scent of clean laundry

Oh summer nights
swelling with the silence of a quivering calm
sweet as honey-dew melon
growing pregnant as the milky moon
I am a firefly passionately in bliss
with your cool and serene sprinkler kiss!