deep in the night, when reality is out of my sight, ((though its blurred anyway)), I see you. You’re there. Through the haze wondering of sweet things and pretty days. No, you don’t see me, but I can see you. Your eyes, a beautiful night sky with stars made of dew. I watch carefully from a far not wanting to ***** you away, and I swear I could wonder about you all day. You’re a beautiful creature too far to touch, but maybe again I’m asking too much. I can see your sadness, yes it’s there, and there’s nothing I can do but kind of just stare. You’re beautiful baby, darling, oh dear, I just wish you knew I were here.