Once upon a summer night
when fireflies were at work
a blissful sky of wishing starlight
and the pound of fireworks

My hair once loose, was in a braid
and a yukata cloaked my essence
however, being thin, it was later said
my aura was held in nature’s remembrance

My actions were of no particular reason
except simple inclination
but my heart yearns for another person
of a similar disposition

and it was once upon a summer night
that I witness these hasty feelings
so I’ll smile and shrug the passing sight
since it was only temporarily appealing

It was one, it was two, it was three, four, five
before I reclaimed my senses
and I said “ it seems that only during summer nights
do I spin my ethereal nonsense!”