The warm sun shall no more be grand,
nor the silver moon soothing and petite
and life too shall be simple no more,
for I shall lose my innocence tonight.
When the sun sets, leaving the world
to a thickening darkness, all alone,
should get my wings back, I was told
in a dream I had a few nights ago.
As I waited for the night to grow
thick and silent to test my wings and fly,
I felt lighter and came to know
that finally poor innocence had died.
So I spread my wings and traversed the horizons,
unburdened with guilt but soaking wet in delight.