Wait for the night,
For he shall come,
You won't miss him anymore.
He will come rising out of the sky,
Maybe a little faded,
Behind those clouds.
As if the stars weren't enough,
To make the sky a galaxy.
As if the sky wasn't enough to make the world seem limitless,
He comes to me,
With all his curves and edges,
And I look upon him,
That ideal gaze ,
The same familiar longing,
Longing to reach the infinity, that is you,
The wind hugs me all over again.
And you are still here, gazing ;
I am still here, longing;
I wish it was the other way around you know ,
I could only imagine if the moon, which is a metaphor for you, wanted me.
How perfect of a world would it be.
The sun comes up,
I go to bed.