Cyclone stars appear in the night sky
alongside circular lights abreast an amber moon
He quietly sits by the piano  and plays
sending this heart of mine into a tailspin;
Aiming straight for my glass soul
he shatters every cruel reality and replaces it
with a soft fantasy of gold...
Pouring out a melody of love's solitary journey  
he unlocks every door and window.  
Unaware of the air that he breathes beside me,  
this longing I hold unfastens, beneath a canopy of gold  
I am suddenly shaken, re-arranged and changed forever.

Written by: Mystic Rose