The moon, a shaking heart in an unsteady mirror

The stars, gentle tears in an overflowing stream

Isn't it beautiful, to walk together in each others hands

I do so want to go,

To your city, your house, into your arms.

That heart,

held within your body

In those confusing nights

I dream

The wind, its halting words are a gentle illusion

The clouds, the broken future like a distant voice

The moon, a heart flowing in the clouded mirror

The stars, broken and swaying, like tears unable to be hidden.

Isn't it beautiful, to walk together in each others hands

I do so want to go,

To your city, your house, into your arms.

That face,

A soft touch,

Dissolving into morning,

I dream.

Written By My Angel (Aaron)