"Tis late Love, head to bed," I've told myself. An hour has passed since I offered that wisdom to myself. My inner child has no interest in sleep.
Why won't I go?
Why don't I go?

And miss something when there is so much living going on in the thick, night air.

Who wants to play?

Moon is a waning moon as my energy waxes; 1:30am approaches.

Active is my mind
Vibrant is this heart I carry
Dancing on my breast

How I love to love
With a joy and a glory
each breath is heaven

Could I sleep?
Will I dream?
Shall I wake?

To dance through another day?
Who will dance with me awhile?

I will enter stage left and you Beloved from stage right
And in the middle somewhat elevated we shall meet again.