Of Evenings in the Summer

Stargazers,
In a triad of shining eyes,
Under the spattered expanse of sky,
Feeling whole in each others' company.
For the moment,
Content.
Merely to be.

She,
Of wild untamed will,
Instantly giver and given,
Loyal and loyalty commanding,
Sensitive to every breeze.
Surrounded and surrounding,
Unfathomable at times.

Sleepers,
In a ring of resting souls,
Above the carpeted earth,
At peace with themselves,
Pillowed by each other,
Content.
With the now.

He,
Of tempered strength,
Knowing in his way.
Uncertain yet in seeming,
Just in his thoughts,
Depths in quiet feeling,
A flash of ready smile.

Friends,
In a company of beating hearts,
Surrounded by the cooling wind,
Connected by tangled soul-strings,
Beyond the influence of others,
Content.
For a short time.

She,
Of wandering soul,
Listening to dreams.
Honor bound and binding,
Slowly finding her reach,
Running from past things,
Engaged in wistful fight.

Three,
Passing the silver summer,
Among the waning days.
Spending time together,
Holding the spark,
Of their friendship,
For all the stars to see.