And Slowly Melt Away

"If we could 

I wish we could 

Never grow old and grey  

Just be chocolate stars make little chocolate bars  

And slowly 

And slowly melt away"

Comment: I am sorry for the bewitching hour and beyond.  But would a confession not be so much less at any hour not pressed by sleep and the creeping noise of yet another day?

But when you rise I will make it up to you with ice cream and jazz for you to play.

Onward!