Young Nights

We slept under the night skies

On little fingers, counting the stars,

Times were young, and so was I

The moon was full, the street was ours,

As the night grew cold,

Many real stories were told,

Of kings, princesses, and gods

Of little mischief and petty frauds,

Magic, mystery, morals, and whatnot

To believe in the incredible, they taught,

Sleeping on the comfort of her lap

I closed my eyes, and the stories came alive

Imagination and dreams merged, perhaps;

To the land of magic, I did arrive.. 

-Mutturaaaj