The night is whispering my name
I hear it calling me.
It bids me linger ‘neath the stars
Reflecting in the sea.
It calls to me to dance across
The bridge of soft moonlight
And linger yet a little while
Within the breathless night.
But I will not heed the night’s call,
Though I may wish I could,
For there are promises I’ve made
And I’ll do as I should.
I’ll rise up in the morning’s light
And work hard through the day,
Then listen once more as the night
Whispers come out and play.
