The Teak Forest

[chipped2003]

Like a weak child
I let your hand slip away
The suns beckoning call
Glistens promises of the day
Have you ever looked
The sun in the eyes
Naked and humble
Free of diguise
Whispers come softly
Seduced by the night
The moon plays mixed sounds
Bands hidden from sight
I wish I could hold your hand
As sun and moon dance
My heart's shouting loudly
This may be the last chance
I must make a stand
Or live with regret
Destiny is in my hands
Will I place my bet
The chance to gain
The chance to lose
To make no decision
Is still to choose
The fruit grows ripe
And hangs low on the tree
Someone will pluck it
Why can't it be me?