Do you love me
or find another star?
I can't forget you,
even couldn't stop my tear!

I have stopped talking
to the moon
I have stopped walking
by the ocean
because you aren't with me
You aren't next to me anymore!

I don't care about
the early morn
I don't look at
the rising sun
I just dream of you
I dream of you, my dear!

On my windowsill,
of that indigo night
you took me,
and I haven't
been the same since.

Something about you
makes me want to
be a better man.
I've grown wings,
so I take to the sky.

Clear and transparent before me,
Lying calmly and silently.
The dawn rises behind the horizon,
The moon, once gone,
Now over the silver land.
Electrified emotions
Left to stimulate a dim moonlight.

The wizened old man told me -
sustain the weary with a word
for many a one has none
to bring love and light
into the blight of their dreary days.

I asked which word
and through a wan smile
he said - you figure it out.

Sometimes from the pen the words must flow,
   and I must simply let them go.
Hoping only that they shine,
   more than the blank paper they left behind.