Life soars high on a moonbeam
suspended by cosmic winds in a blue dream
subtle scintillation in the night sky
a most sanguine solace
a most surreal delight
Maybe it's not love but it can't be far
perhaps appreciation, under the light of stars
for I do not know these beings motivations
merged minds, separate bodies seek insulation
In cold stellar winds
drifting in elation
A gleam in the eye, maybe it's temptation
lovers delight above our world's location
my interpretation of these aberrations
often inaccurate, with no foundation
for all i know i'm tripping in my own fixation
Two great beings float across the sky
sitting on a moon in my mind's eye
love is on their minds when they feel cold
clothes of red, violet, cyan, blue and gold
a face of glass, reflections of the stars behold
the stars are in the sky tonight
manifold