It Was August

It was August of ’72, and summer was ending
The night before had seen the moon,
Watching over lovers in their embraces
Like the end of the world had come too soon.
Something told me that this evening
Was the last I’d see of my love
With the light fading; the sand cooling
I turned and embraced a heavenly dove
With the stars exploding,
and the earth trembling,
the twilight showed our faces in blue,
but it was anything but blue,
anything but sadness
as we split crimson rays with our kiss.
The ground stopped moving,
The sun kept setting,
And her face faded in the mist.
But my mind is taken each day at sunset
To that angel, that God let me kiss.