Let me ride your waves and travel up your hills.
Let me journey with you until the last star winks out.
We’re on this path, you and I, for a while.
We part when you end and I begin anew with September.
Let us tango and entangle, you and I, freestyle,
Until the dance ends and the music fades away.
Your promises become my realities,
New doors, favours and opportunities.
My promises are to savour every moment,
And to share, eventually, my August stories.