in the grass in a blue field. The fireflies blinking past
Orion. All sprawled out beside the bikes, the wheels still
I know a shortcut along the stonewall
where Evergreen soldiers point their branches for a child-like
mind, like yours and mine to follow.
C'mon, steal me. C'mon steal me.
I drew a map so we can get home or
maybe come back here in the summer. But I'm not sure
how to draw a path to get to moonlight.
So, tonight, these stars can shine
as our halos and the pine trees watch over like guardian
angels, protecting a perfect love between twilight and
all a lifetime of yearning.
I won't be awake for much longer. So
c'mon, steal me.