It's not late this evening, the sky's barely just dim.
the stars just now are twinkling, as the moonlight settles in.
it's only oh so chilly, not nearly enough to return.
i'll remain untill it's freezing, to wait, i have long learned.
for this wait bides me time, added minutes for my play.
a little longer to be me, once more a child, so i'll stay.
i will stay in my world, on the wall, near the church,
or in the trees and the rocks, by the bank, until they search.
i'll sit and read a little longer, or write a little more.
i'll sit and dream those wonderful dreams, those dreams which i adore.
of you and of me, and what has and shall be.
of your voice, when you asked, "will you marry me?".
oh, these sweet dreams, in these moments of play.
that will soon be long missed, as the sun's heat goes away.
for the street lights are on now; the dogs called back inside.
i have to go back home now, no longer can i hide.
i must stumble through the darkness, up the steps, to my front door.
face the music; face my fear, i can't be a kid anymore.
