No more ribbons in my hair.
It's too cold to play outside.
A light begins to spark,
streaming through the underdark,
never seeing, though I tried.
I drift while others pace.
Towards my peaceful moonlit space.
Inside my corner all alone,
it reminded me of home,
I felt safe and let it slide.
A cool breeze upon my face.
A nursery ryme within my soul.
The calming passions I embraced,
the memories ran across my face,
or was it the tears that I had cried?
A perfect spot for quick retreat,
for leaves to gather and lovers meet.
And the parting sound of voices,
with so many varied choices,
gave me little chance to side.
Within that darkened spot,
with my mellowed, softer side.
I hesitate to leave,
from underneath the trees,
back to the place where I reside.