august's magic

I think there's some kind of magic
 in summer nights
maybe it's the heavy heat of the afternoon
that makes the sight of stars so sweet
or maybe it's the freeing feeling you have
when there's no where to be, but exactly where you are, when you're there
maybe it's the way the moon reflects off the water
or maybe it's the act of jumping in
& shattering the sky on the surface

maybe it's a secret august will never tell

whatever it is, the magic,
I'll find it & bring some back to you
and after we've spent the last drop
I'll write you a book all about us, & the things we've done
I'll fill it with pictures
the candid kind,
that show the way you look
laughing with life
under a thousand summer stars