Maybe you don't know,
Where your thoughts oft go
On moonlit nights like these.
Maybe they can seem
Like a far off dream,
Swinging in the breeze.

But, to me, you're near,
Sleepless,
In hope-abandoned slumber.
And you're beautiful,
Sleepless,
With eyes like the stars we're under.

Like a broken jigsaw,
Maybe we're the missing pieces.
But for now I'll visit your shores
On nights sleepless.