A Midnight Play

..., Crickets chirp their melody, Just as you huddle up to me. Birds stay silent from a midnight song Their voices stay muted at least til dawn, My fingers brush through your hair so soft As we lay still on this rafty loft. Be it dream or be it true, Be it forever that I'm with you, Let not the strike of seven break through And wake me from what was not true. For now I lay in the wake of day, ...