Carnivals are still our favorite thing...

Especially when we laugh...

Molding hearts together...

Till we miss the train back home...

Watching time shift back and forth...

With our blinded eyes...

And with no surprise...

We are surprised by time's weapon...

Age...

Let's age under the sunset,

So God can see us...

So give up,

For this light...

Let us wonder...

Into soliloquies with symphonies...

Telling tales of our childhoods...

It doesn't matter if you're a wrinkle in the bed...

Or if you're a jet amongst the clouds...

We all have our own spark...

Under this silver light...

In which only we can turn to gold...