The Glow On Water Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The water sleeps, quiet and still,
The sun's last light, a golden spill.
A late summer night, soft and low,
Makes every nerve begin to glow.

From distant shores, a summer's grace,
Memories burn in this quiet place.
Like firepits bright, they leap and soar,
Safe in my heart, forevermore.

The water wide, so still and deep,
The sun's last glow, before I sleep.
A quiet night, a summer's end,
A fire starts, my heart to mend.

A distant shore, a happy place,
A smile, a laugh, upon my face.
Those summer days, so far away,
A burning fire, where memories play.

T.M.Solvang