Ah, fools may sing more limericks,
Until the crack of dawn,
with bleary eyes and heavy hearts,
and feet sore from the dance!
The mistress of night keeps me awake,
teasing me in her alluring ways,
My mind is my playground, it seems bigger in moonlight
I dance, I play, oh I hate the sunrise.
See further than far when darkness deepens,
not bound by the scant horizon of the eye,
Over the oceans and across the space,
Give me wings night, let me fly!
My life is the carpet on which I walk,
Old friends are ghosts who smile and float,
If you strain your ears you can almost hear,
The bagpipes of yesterday, the sweet song of death.
The music of night will surely pass,
as night gives way to day.
My mind would do a summersault then,
For sun is the time to make hay!
