Singing neptunes, reaching fuller moons
as the heavens watch, jealous of you.
Slowly waiting.
Contemplating spinning off into envying you.
The window lends a view from panes afar.
Fires light the sky.
The dark looks so much brighter than the stars
as the comets fly.
Pictures that we've laid out today on the floor;
these things that take faith in the hopes we restore.
Old dreams are creeping their way in tonight
as the shivers fade.
It seems that the moon has brought more in than the moonlight
as the slivers play.
So breathe with me if a shooting star is nothing but a stone.
Around and around we go.