August Nights

These glowing lights tonight
Tonight they sing a song
This night is young, and so very callow
But it sings; it's been here way too long

With these brimming, all-seeing lights
That lie against these dark skies
Whilst the poet gazes upon it and sighs:"My does time fly!"

These August Nights
Are so plainly in sight
But not here before me
But the ones disclosed in distant memory

Those short nights
Have come and gone
But this year, those nights
Have grown far too long

This night, these cold August Nights
And the coming of Fall
These nights I'm afraid
Have become far too long