The Summer of Mars

I shall always call it
The summer of Mars
Elms grew laden with locusts
And the sky dripped with stars…

All the forces of Kismet
Had summoned my love
Blind passions were launched
To a canvas dreamed of…

The bronzed planet loomed near
And the moon echoed light...
But my heart shed a tear
For this love was not right…

It faded in twilight
Like the summer of Mars
When hearts were laden with dreams
And the sky dripped with stars…

Sharon Frye