Until

Will you weep upon the moonlit grass,
and hold me in your arms,
whisper to me of why I live,
and let me fall to your charms?

Can you hold me closer to your heart,
so I can be sure you are there,
sure that you wont let me fall,
sure you truly care?

Will you tell me that you love me,
and wont leave me to my mind,
wont let me die in shadows,
and never look behind?

But you can not say,
that you ever truly will,
for you are nonexistant,
at least not until, until
You find me someday.