Sleeping as the afternoon unfolds,
It's lighter step upon the earth,
Deep, agile streaks of racing green,
Mix with nature's splendid mirth.
As joyful as a child at play,
Before the evening steals the light,
I dream of never growing older,
Never having to kiss this world goodnight.
Blissful, kept in blameless slumber,
By the need to find escape,
Away from time marching forward,
Journeys never to re-take.
Before me lays no better day,
Behind me, the warmth of a glowing past.
So I shall dream away these hours,
Alive again, feeling young at last.