It is said
I often lie awake
And talk to the moon
Enchanting, bottomless eyes,
They say,
Of a rain-nymph in bloom.
It is said,
I often rise between trances
And scan the streets
As if looking for something;
And then turn away,
They say,
Sighing.
I am a dead end
With a ‘no-entry’ sign,
It is said.
And return home they all must,
With their desires and hope
Crumbling to dust.
I’m often found staring at the stars,
They say;
And they wonder why. . .
What is so intriguing ‘bout the sky?
They don’t know…
How you and I
Under a halogen street light, would lie
Melting constellations in each other’s eye,
Making Moon a listener to our conversations
As the night gently laughed by.
Until
That giant supernova
That exploded across the sky
Swallowed you so swift
I could scarce let out a cry…
.
.
And so it is said
A girl is seen sitting by herself,
Silently staring into the night. . .
They don’t know,
This galaxy is all there is between us.
I often lie awake
And talk to the moon
Enchanting, bottomless eyes,
They say,
Of a rain-nymph in bloom.
It is said,
I often rise between trances
And scan the streets
As if looking for something;
And then turn away,
They say,
Sighing.
I am a dead end
With a ‘no-entry’ sign,
It is said.
And return home they all must,
With their desires and hope
Crumbling to dust.
I’m often found staring at the stars,
They say;
And they wonder why. . .
What is so intriguing ‘bout the sky?
They don’t know…
How you and I
Under a halogen street light, would lie
Melting constellations in each other’s eye,
Making Moon a listener to our conversations
As the night gently laughed by.
Until
That giant supernova
That exploded across the sky
Swallowed you so swift
I could scarce let out a cry…
.
.
And so it is said
A girl is seen sitting by herself,
Silently staring into the night. . .
They don’t know,
This galaxy is all there is between us.