summer of two hearts

A short blissful time it was, a long romantic date was what the music played. They yellows and blues played a perfect harmony for the two hearts that danced in the red of the fading summer sun. Joy was found, sorrow came around. One cannot move on but will always wait for summer to come around. To sit in the car and cruise the town counting down the days that the second heart may return. Closing the eyes, the harmony begins to play once more for the two, always can one visit the night of dancing hand in hand, walking the carnival, seeing that love was locked up tirhg hand in hand, but summer has to wait to come around. The days were never so long, the nights have no meaning, to hear the waves crashing, echoing the sounds of summer coming around. Close the eyes in the car driving the frozen town remembering spinning around cherishing the summer that came around. But the board walk next to the ferris wheel stays silent, screams of laughter are silenced when the heart realizes that it ends, that summer has not come around. For long years one has counted the days until the second heart may come back to walk hand in hand and kiss the mouth of the summer that came around.