That clandestine cause

It took us time to make a memory
But stumbling though we did get there
We might have not been children as we climbed the tree
In the dead of the night however, we found our lair

It felt so surreal, the time paused
To arrest that clandestine cause
Under the dim moonlight the vows we took
Unabashed the tales that cooked

No inhibitions
Just careless decisions
Being nocturnal, abjuring routines
Vagabonds claiming to be kings and queens

Matters of the world seemed peripheral
The night was our absinthe
On the clouds, black and immoral
A mere silver glint

We might be over and done with it now
But this feeling nags me somehow
A moment as such would go down in the archives
As an unforgettable part of our lives