Come Silver Moon

I slip from the castle,
my gilded cage, my prison,
at dusk, that magical time.
Alone I set my feet to the road,
letting the night breeze
lift my scarf, toy with my hair.
Out here I can be free,
I can be myself.
No one to impress,
no one to obey.
Just the freedom
of an open road,
one who's call I cannot heed.
Though it takes all my control
not to run down it as far as it goes.
Who would I meet?
What would I see?
How much could I discover?
The temptation rises higher,
even as the light of the silvery moon
illuminates the path before me,
leading to the unknown,
leading to freedom.
I dance on that road,
watching my shadow,
knowing full well
I cannot leave...
other than these illicit nightly romps.
But... maybe someday...