Your hands held out in the velvet heavens
fumbling, searching, desperate to catch
the falling stars, our mismatched marriage
to tuck away and cherish
in hopes its luster would never fade
and the rust, our nails will be ready to scrape
The faults of dreams, like the stars, in such multitudes,
far too scattered to recognize,
embodies the burns on our hands, how it thrives
with a flammable dance to endless ember
only the dews of our morning love could calm,
only the rain of time may soothe
Oh what sight, the dawn, and its crimson rays;
the harp strings of a promise silenced during its slumber
Its music so rich, we can taste
The crescendos will grace us, my dear
upon its rise there will be no fear
look up, my love, it is coming
the birth of new beginnings greets us here
Say your farewell to the evening, my love,
and it's pool of elusive glows.
Morning awaits us with a much resilient light
as pure as a child's laughter