The night is young,
A quiet hum on every tongue,
The sky spills gold, then blush, then violet blue,
And every spark feels born anew.
Laughter dances through the air,
Light as secrets lovers share,
Time loosens its careful hold,
And moments burn like liquid gold.
Feet don’t touch the ground tonight,
Hearts are beating made of light,
Every glance, a fleeting flame,
No two pulses quite the same.
We are echoes, bright and brief,
Beyond all doubt, beyond belief,
Alive within this glowing seam—
Halfway between a wish and dream.
Forever young, the night won’t stay,
But still it bends, it sways, it plays,
And in its sparks, we come undone
Yes we are, forever young
