Through Summer We Passed and Met
By Don Iannone

Summer...fading fast
like a shooting star
racing ahead of us.
Summer...almost gone
like a part of you
leaving me
before our love is past.
Summer...crossing over
like a bridge
we walked
more than once
to find ourselves
in each other.
Summer...longer days
and shorter nights
with more dark secrets
spilling forth
on a freshly woven canvas
waiting to dry
like fresh rain
on thirsty desert sand.
Somehow
I'll always know you
even when we pretend
to be strangers
in an altogether familiar scene.