Autumn leaves and a warmth beside,
immortal years with two hearts tied.
Past the clouds and in your eyes,
that's where the real stars reside.
Hand me your lens and give me a peek
of what you could possibly see in me,
of something right to find in the breeze,
of anything alive to feed my dreams.
The sky shines brighter with you nearby,
a divine sign in this blissful bind.
The only constellation that lies in my mind
is the fine line between your life and mine.
Should I be looking up or am I doing it right?
Should I be looking at the stars that I'd like to rewrite?
Or does your sight on mine suffice tonight
as I recite these rites and watch you ignite?
Look past the stars and then you'll see
the dream I dream of you and me.
A dream where all I want to be
is the Adam to your Eve...
Oh, for the world to stop in this fateful eclipse
so we can cling to this rebellious script.
But the sun peeks out as the horizon dips.
For it too, craves a glimpse.
Autumn leaves and your hand in mine,
broaden your sight and you'll find me this time.
Stargazing right into your eyes,
we'll meet eachother again in the sky.
@shut crag