As the aeroplane
flies across the moon
I have a picture of you
in my mind.

Just like the red light
blinking lazily 'gainst the blue,
my heart is calling
my futile sense blind.

When you grin so easily
you have me shaking
like a falling, frail leaf
in a spring-green breeze;

On a night like this
I just want your hand in mine,
and we'll stargaze while love
plays us like piano keys.

The cry of the wind
soothes the ache
of all this urban living
that draws at our last lust.

Dreams that are feathery
and eyes perceiving all I am within,
shall we stare at the constellations
until our bones are dust?