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Glance to the skylines
Can't you see the man in the moon, darling;
(Or is it just a dream?)
Dangling from the luminous crescent tip
As nick-knacks of long passed childhoods tumble
out of my pocket,
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bumping and bursting each star
creating a path of moondrops at their wake
(Making our own constellation)
And listen close, dear;
Can't you hear our song,
played upon the violin legs
of our dear old brother cricket
and every cousin he could find,
Just to help me make you smile.

And jumping in and out of consciousness,
I'm not sure who to believe when it all feels like a dream,
The only thing I know is that
I
Love
You
(Greater then the number of sparkling gems in the sky)
And won't you meet me in the galaxy?
We can stay all of tonight,
'till the sun comes up,
staring as the glossy violet skies
turn pink as I was the day we met,
and fall back to the clouds
before I hit the ground.

Sitting atop the moon
I can't help but mistake it for a crystal orb,
Floating above the horizon
so I can give you the one thing
just out
of
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.
.
.
and I can't seem to find the future
in all the swirling silver
instead looking to the stars for my answer
though they've pointed in all directions
it seems they're all focusing on you and all your radiance,
shining brightly as if inspired by your beauty.
And I can see the man in the moon
just beyond my vision,
winking and smiling.
(Because you've always been my dream.)

Sunrise.
The time in which we'll start anew
Forget all we knew of the man in the moon
and abandon our affairs with the stars
under a blanket of midnight blue.
(At least until twilight.)
Still you stay.
Heart in hand
as every trace of black is exterminated
leaving an orange glow painted on the tree tops
and a red tint to our skin.
Even as I retrace my every thought
not one nightmare remains,
and it seems you're the only dream that lasts in the day time.