I'M Not As Young As Old

I'm not as young as old, You are, as playing this game; Shall we remain just two dancers In an unannounced dance Within old picture frames; You to kneel, as I twirl around To touch once, your desires: Now, bend me over your knee, and see Even in an old soul, I'm quite agile As any tree, and you my heart will know I never planned this old to grow, and still The thing that very sings, is a whippoorwill At night; he flies his somber skies Wheeling wings whispering, of feathery things in flight, So take you these my hands, lest we forget We flew through miles of sand, in a glass Though the time ran down, much more fast Than the clocks hands could follow it around; and so you see This last dance is saved, for we: Two suitors shy; within the mirror Can now see things, that then weren't clear.