Arlene Corwin writes

Dancing Under The Sunny Midnight Light

June twenty-one;

Swed-on; the night

Is sun.

One

Cannot call it night

When light is on the run.

Night comes when suns go down.

Midsummer June:

With crown of flowers

In her hair,

All young fair maidens,

Young fair men

Stay up till dawn,

The morn without definition.