I’ve been thinking about the night we would meet
And maybe it would go something like this:

the constellations would colour the sky with wonder
the stars would start falling like the rain from yesterday
the petrichor would seep deeper into my bones with each falling drop
The night would be endless and the moon would take me home
You would be waiting at end of a long day
Arms wide open and a smile on your face
You would bring a new story to read, a new world to face

So I’ll wait with the sun, until I slip away
Counting sheep and laying in my bed, I’ll finally understand what these wonderful nights could mean
This could be my last chance; to find a new  dream.