Summer Nights on Brightanius Street

Moonlight drips from iron lace shadow dancing on your face. Gas lamps flicker

soft and low, a Southern hush, a twilight glow. The jasmine sighs, the oaks lean

in, as if they know just where you've been.

Magnolias bloom like whispered dreams, their petals pale and silver beams. Summer nights on

Brightanius Streets and moonlight gently meet. Every heartbeat, every sigh,

drifts with the breeze and floats on by. Your footsteps tap a quiet beat

on rain-worn stones beneath your feet. A cat slips past an open gate

while time moves slow unbound by fate. A twirl's a block away,