Memories of those hot summer nights,
Our chatter overhanging the dim streetlights..
Staring out my lone window,
My gaze drawn to the pale moon glow..
As the zephyr sways the white flowers shining bright,
A whiff of jasmine makes me forget our lonely plight..
Getting lost in the steady flow of our words,
I get stirred by the shrieks of distant birds..
Dreaming of plans to remove our sorrows,
We make promises to build our own idyllic chateaus..
As night rolls into dawn removing our qualm,
The whiff of jasmine helps me to stay calm.
The Lucid Monk 