Nothing happened

It was lit but maybe it wasn't
fluorescence merged with the night
The mood was ecstatic without the high
and it started but nobody knew why
We two were Thomas Hardy's natives
as we chased them up the hill
Heard them run down and giggle
It was a new dawn in the shades
We were free in the chasing spree
But the light showed the other's face
We saw something we didn't feel
Ashamed we were Tolstoy's characters
for the thought crimes though not real
"Let's stop and sit here"
So we said unto each other
and we stopped and sat forever