moments

Well we were young
and those fields, so inviting
so we ran
bare feet, with only the devil to catch us
after long draws
from the fountain of youth
whispers of songs
screamed beneath white studded stars
til the dancing brought us to our rest
a heaving chest
enveloped in night
we laid naked
recieving visions from the stars
we aren't expected home
so we can sleep (safe)
until the cold breeze sweeps
the morning dawn over the horizon
and the wind blows the de-laced grass
grazing softly against our eyelids
brushing us awake
arising hand in hand
the cool trace of silk skin
though we are plagued with morning
there are only beginnings

there will always be our nights
they will always be our nights