Her eyes search the street at dusk,
For the one she dreams of, night to dusk.
Each second, each minute, he fills her sight,
A figure appearing in the quiet night.

She waits for the sun to set its flame,
For the moon to rise and call his name.
In bed, she lies with eyes shut tight,
And sees him coming, tall in the night.

He whispers soft, "Come walk with me,"
Her heart beats fast in ecstasy.
She wakes, she runs...