deserves a quiet night...

I'm not sure all these people understand
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday

Nightswimming, remembering that night
September's coming soon
I'm pining for the moon...

::

thanks to the ladies under shooting stars...
a memorable way to end an evening, a chapter.