The twilight night doth fall on trees
A young lass wanders this night and believes
Golden curls bouncing, blue eyes wide
She sings in peace, and sees the sky
It seems so vast to one so little
Yet when you’re old it seems so brittle
To be able to crush this world with your palm
Would it not make everything calm?
But this in itself causes a disruption
Because then you would be the cause of destruction
So what is one to do in a world full of peril?
Do I join the girl in her little carol?
I sit in this twilight, cold in pre-night
On this bench, I pray everything’s alright
Watch the sun fall, the moon rises to glory
Is that all life is? A simple story?
To be narrated in this little riddle
It seems so wrong to be caught in the middle
So yet again I have turned back time
And join myself in my life’s prime
The mirror image of a younger me
Dances on the floor I cannot see
A turn
A flash
An alarm sounds off

I wake up in my bedroom that night
Praying again that all is alright.
And that the little girl in the twilight light
Will remember the one who was in sight