كَترينَ
I dream of winding down those narrow streets,
intent sparked by the moon across your tear-stained face.
The miles add up slowly, but I'm almost there.
Not long to go now, and I'll be able to watch,
as the constellations reflect in your eyes.
Libra on the merry-go-round,
when did your scales last balance?
That crooked, crescent smile,
never quite shines anymore.
Something lasting beyond,
the cycle stuck on New.
The night is too quiescent,
for your shaking, sorrow sighs.
But when the black turns to red to blue,
I will take those fears for my own,
and give you back the day.
Just rest your sleepless eyes,
on the pillow of my chest,
and when you wake, we'll take the world.
And you’ll know,
eventually you’ll know,
I love you,
more than Diana did the moon.
intent sparked by the moon across your tear-stained face.
The miles add up slowly, but I'm almost there.
Not long to go now, and I'll be able to watch,
as the constellations reflect in your eyes.
Libra on the merry-go-round,
when did your scales last balance?
That crooked, crescent smile,
never quite shines anymore.
Something lasting beyond,
the cycle stuck on New.
The night is too quiescent,
for your shaking, sorrow sighs.
But when the black turns to red to blue,
I will take those fears for my own,
and give you back the day.
Just rest your sleepless eyes,
on the pillow of my chest,
and when you wake, we'll take the world.
And you’ll know,
eventually you’ll know,
I love you,
more than Diana did the moon.