He held my hand and whispered -
So softly in my ear,
That when the night is old,
Youthfulness would reappear.
Youthfulness? I questioned.
He nodded carefully.
Said when the morning light is new
Youth would come for me.
I waited for the dawn to wake,
Waited sullenly;
And watched the moonlight dancing,
As it crept amongst the trees.
The moon had ceased it's shining.
It had hid behind a cloud,
And the man began his sighing
Waiting for the sun to come around.
I looked towards the hills
That wandered in the East
And counted every minute
That I had dared to keep.
He squeezed my hand so tightly
My wrinkles all bunched up,
Said don't you worry darling,
The light will soon erupt.
And so there was the sun,
The hills had hid so long.
They had kept the colors,
Holding back their song.
The youthfulness was here now.
I cried until I knew,
That youthfulness was only
For the morning that woke anew.