You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night
The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin
You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a child’s curiosity
The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them
And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted
To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies
But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun
And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood
Lost in translation I’m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; you’re nothing, but to me; you’re my dreamland