Moonlight shines bright on their sleepy eyes.
Sitting outside on a bench, three girls and a boy,
dreaming about what could be.
A bottle filled with stars picked from the canopy,
sparkling in the milky light.
Filling the youngsters bodies’ with warmth.
As the night progressed, the magical potion
sparked their imagination.
They told tales and stories and the night seemed infinite.
They cried and tears dropped from laughter and sadness.
Their bond grew stronger by each second.
Strangers would assume they were drunk on
that mysterious potion they took in turns.
But that sparkling wine had nothing much in it for that consequence.
So, what made them behave like that?
It was pure lust for joy. Eternal youth, a never ending night.
For that limited time of the night,