I remember the park,
when we used to dance,
we could spend hours
together just hangin’
eyes upon each other,
always within a cool glance.
I remember wondering
if we’d stand a chance
for now it was a sweet game,
this our challenging romance.
I could see life in your eyes,
and yet was I always a disguise,
for where was your reality,
years later, when walking the park,
I felt that summer pang
love in the innocence
of our lives …
Now I listen to Glen Frey in the background
…til somebody new comes along…
I wonder if meaning for one
might ever translate beyond
a sweet serene summer night.
