Oh it's funny how everybody knows
What goes on behind the old theatre shows.
Past the curtains of my glass opera stage
Is a beating heart in a fuzzy cage.

I pretend to make some unfeeling sense
And splatter on some bottled innocence:
assume an air of all-too-distant reach,
***** a cardboard wall the world can't siege.

But everything I do gives me away.
A glance at you drives all my scripts astray.
I'm the only one here I could deceive.
Why even bother with the make believe?

I like you more than I'll ever admit,
I'm a bad actor and the world knows it.

for sent a skyline to the day
a kiss with wings of smile.
(these lights of Yes you call your eyes
are blessed with skies of deep array)
let’s talk too little and say too much
with words of forever in our slightest touch.

for when feeling is hearing
the breezes start singing
of scattered songs in the air,
(unsounding, but ever there)
when all my notes of frameless bars
sync with the rhythm of your fateless stars.

for the world is a cube rolling on and on
through every kind of time and place.
and i feel quite blessed and prepossessed
that all the pieces of our universe fell
so that even the Fall could have guessed
the way i would breathe the scent of your grace.

for life is a dreamboat flowing along
the river of time through silence and song.
when older is sooner and younger is late,
and the earth is a picnic too out of date,
although we’re quite busy with everythings to do
i’d happily share my dreamboat with you.

Oh I'm coming back home
though I'm sitting still
with Dove and Owl on my windowsill.
They sound, they sing, they're whispering:
The stars keep on spinning.
And the stars keep on spinning.

Peahen to Owl is hiding a scowl;
They don't know each other much anyway.
She's quietly cross
and has nothing to say,
but that's just because
Owl might take Dove away.

Treetrunk is standing
as the steeples are sighing,
for chipmunk is chipping
the hours away.
Oh I will remember today.
How I'll remember today.

The mountains, they smirk
at the secrets that lurk
in plainsight, in view,
but to children are new:
Cherrosa lerosa
fleurisa lilanca.

Nothing never changes:
Ever always will.
Owl is happy; Dove is quite snappy,
but let's not get ahead
and just smile instead.
Let's just smile instead.

Look up and live
and shrug at the skies
because the future is full
of i-don't-know-whys.
Time will yet tell if all turns out well:
Tomorrow is today in disguise.

Starberry summers stuck in my head
skip around and play,
so I just smile instead.
Oh how I'll remember today.
Cherrosa lerosa
fleurisa lilanca.

the stars they keep spinning away.