'Just Summer Moonshine!' Indeed, it was. This is a dedication to a very special person, a certain Jane, if you must know, to the extremely curious reader. I certainly wouldn't want Jane to get a hold of this, not right now in the least. When the years roll by, and Jane is still where she ought to be in my heart, I'll let her catch a glimpse of this little piece of -let me call it- elegant scribble. A dreamy sort of something, alliteration put aside, has descended upon me, and it's not being too hard on my emotions. Well, before I induge in what I'd like to call the hippity-hop-a-skip-a-hop phenomenon, which, by the way, is not exclusive to me, let me get straight to the point. Like Mr.Bond, Ruskin, I believe I am the sort of person who treads that zigzag path, pursuing the diagonal between reason and the heart. This small illustration should suffice, to explain the aforementioned phenomenon, if you indeed wish to call it one. Let's get straight back on the train, because I don't want to start all over again.
It isn't too often that skies open up and nimbus clouds pave the way for angels to descend to that one time haven of mine. I've spent many a hour in the dust and the grime, in this sanctuary for people who considered one certain passion more important than life or death.
The raindrops were falling on my head!
And there she was, Jane!!
The raindrops were falling on my head!
And there she was, Jane!!
Then, there was that walk in the summer! I wonder if the moon was out that night!!
Summer moonshine? I wonder if it was true!
Stardust, Z
Stardust, Z
