Count the stars ohh fairly dust
as the phantoms of love touch
in linguistic anticipation of chance 
trading meanings, making winnings 

In a room full of laughter and fantasy
on the different levels of unplanned 
stormy felts of felt emotive response 
of eons ago and pretense of the present 

Count the stars ohh fairly dust 
sprinkle this self sustainance in plenty
Unweighted and unchained from locks
clocks and clicks of despair and want 

In a life full of obligation and expectation 
Let me be within the dreamt memory
of the light casts of alone and bliss 
as the night caress the unspent future