She walks barefoot on the cooling rock,
As the desert begins to coldly sleep
As the warring sun falls away.
She is lingering here, as sunlight
Fades away, to whisper in starlight her hope,
That he is kind.
Barefoot outside in summer, free,
This sharp fanged Eden that passes
Starlight prayers are true in trembling
Voices, quiet hearts. Enough to light
The girlish dreams.
Standing before the old gnarled tree that
Was once something more, forbidden fruit,
She knows what time has come.
Under starlight, she walks the path that
Can no longer lead her to the wonders of
The last time it can lead her home.