Watch the Night
I heard about a shooting star
that, years ago, I'd seen before.
Now it flies 'cross ancient skies,
its ghost afloat my sunset eyes.
I watch through windows every night,
drawing fogged-up galaxies.
They can never stay so long
but I still wait for it to come.
I don't know when, or if it will
but I recall its fiery tail
burning words into my dreams
a truth, more real than anything.
So stay and watch the night I will,
for you, my shooting star, to come.
that, years ago, I'd seen before.
Now it flies 'cross ancient skies,
its ghost afloat my sunset eyes.
I watch through windows every night,
drawing fogged-up galaxies.
They can never stay so long
but I still wait for it to come.
I don't know when, or if it will
but I recall its fiery tail
burning words into my dreams
a truth, more real than anything.
So stay and watch the night I will,
for you, my shooting star, to come.