wandering beneath the stars

when everyone else has gone to sleep,

so late it has become early morning,

we talk

argue about philosophy, religion, love.

our words spin in circles,

dancing around each flaw in logic,

never really standing for anything

because we hold more questions than answers 

and its in the search we find our joy.

sometimes on those nights

when all the world is sleeping,

I find myself slipping into that old trap

and my heart seems to whisper "kiss me you fool"

but it never makes it to my lips.

I snatch it back before it flies

and with four words change everything.

too much separates us.

years, yes, but more: experience.

I am young

foolish and headstrong

and have much growing left to do.

I have a path that I must follow to its end

before I could be worthy of your love,

though it may lead me far away

and perhaps into another's arms...

sometimes I let myself imagine

what could happen if we walked the same way

while all the world was sleeping.