As the light fades from my window and the house grows still,
I grab my favorite blanket and sit at the window sill.
I've got one last conversation,
one last prayer to breathe,
I'm just waiting on the moon-
to tell her what I need.
If she shows me stars tonight then I will wait for you,
and if the sky is just pitch black?
There's nothing more I can do.
I'm sure you find it silly-
my obsession with signs
yet you still look for meaning in my non-sensical rhymes.
So if the sky is bare tonight with nothing for me to see,
I won't bother you anymore-
I'll just let you be.
My heart strings are so tired,
my mind is in an indecisive hell,
I want to be patient but
I need a sign it's going well.
Maybe it's a gamble- deciding love on stars,
But you thought our connection cosmic,
So I shouldn't have to search very far.