summer was new
when I looked into
his eyes
for the first time
fragrant Spring
so nearly gone
when I felt the heat
of the summer sun
when trembling
he held me in his arms
for the first time

under a summer moon
nearly full
my heart overflowed
at the love in his eyes
moonlight on his face
summer heat in his embrace
when we made love
on a summer's night
for the first time

summer wanes
the air grows chill
I kiss his lips
on a photograph
I hear his voice
in memory still
and the promise we made
when I saw him last

I taste his tears
mingled with mine
when trembling
he held me for the last time

now nights on end
I wait for him
my waxing moon
my summer sun
and the kiss of his lips
and the promise he made
grows as cold as
winter's dawn