Sign.

As embers turn into dust,
And thoughtful turns into rust,
I've breathed too many ways,
Year 20. Please cancel the days.

Sitting still on the same roof.
No sign of stars, I'm shining aloof.
The breath that was taken away,
Took a whole world,
Without a place for me to stay.

The Moon and the Stars.

Touches, being close,
Yes, you have power of those.
It is the close distance,
Not like if I wanted to live by the next bus stop,
To meet your existance.

Not like if I wanted to see the same Moon as you do,
To stare at stars like if they were you,
The night sky
And the colours blue.

Like if I wanted to take your hand,
And walk the same street,
For you to understand, that I am no threat.
That I am no bad. That I want you to be happy, not sad.

If I wanted to dance in the rain,
But tell you to run home, make some tea in the north lane,
To cuddle close and change the clothes under the blanket, see,
I want you to be warm, to love and comfort endlessly.

I want to keep you close,
There are no miles to heart,
Do you see the sparkling stars, as they were in the eyes, seeing you from the start?
When I feel you near, there's no doubt - I can't disappear,
You're my only one, I'm here... and I will erase your fear.