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Charles Jackan

A Summer’s Night

The deep night sky, a complete, true blue,
is never ever so knowing as you.

The trees sway,
a warm, gentle breeze blows.
Such a sweet scent fills the air,
the bantam bird knows.

And though,
I only mean to stay for a minute,
I stay for what feels like forever in the immortal evening.

I sit myself down under the swaying trees,
and feel the dirt, staining the palms of my hands--
reminding me--
that this chimerical scene is indeed real.

And I and my unworthy self,
seek to take refuge in this night,
stealing comfort in all its sights.

A bantam bird, swaying trees,
such a sweet scent
floating on a warm, gentle breeze--

You are so much like a summer’s night.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]