Late noon we stormed out.
Away from the dim lanterns light.
Between high grown grazing land
we were chasing one another
until it was as dark
as the time further of us.
The echo of a familiar voice,
sirens of evanescence.
Until eternity, this shall last!
The warm breeze of summer,
the fires dim light
and the kind watchmen waiting on the front door.
Tender he commands to come back inside.
In laughter, we refuse and protest,
until he himself starts storming into the grass.
The fond stroke of the field
and the calming shiver of the breeze
while chasing his own ghost.
He lets us rush through the field
only for one moment more.
For the joy, he had
when he was one of us.