fast hand wings
of evening bats
streak through stellar space
flying and falling
between dark pines
cupped ears far above me
are snaring echoes
I do not hear
and I cannot decipher
the flying points of light
flashing in my eyes
and in the trees
a million voices
not meant for me
the red sun has gone
and left me here
alone on warm land
under a purple sky
surrounded by
the inscrutable signals
of other lives
*
Image: “SummerNight” by Tullio, altered ink drawing, 2012
Tullio DeSantis 
I have to say that I love this poem. I’m not a big poem reader but this one caught my eye and also my mind. “Summer night” interprets exactly what summer nights are all about. On a clear summer night the sky is beautiful and it’s not real dark; It has a bluish-purple tint to it. The lives of others are around, everyone enjoys spending their nights outside. The nights are longer and it seems so peaceful. The photo reminds me of the evening sky, and the fire flies u see everywhere. Very beautiful!