• The moons pale light shines through the window,
    casting an eerie shadow across you beautiful face.
    Out behind it are millions of stars stationed
    as if they where but dots on black paper and stapled up to the ceiling.
    Meaning the moon is your light hanging down,
    at night its dim and blue.
    With a simple flick of a switch it becomes alive,
    bright and yellow.
    So hot!

    There's cooling grass to calms us as we lay in its fields,
    floating on the cotton within your beds comforter.
    The moon has risen and the clouds keep us awake with their unsteady fluff.

    Standing we realize we are at the bottom of a cave,
    so like bears we climb looking for food.
    But too tempted as if it were calling our true names,
    to lie forever beneath the moon in the clouds.
    That's when we discover that food is below us, is in us, and around us.
    For the cotton is no longer cotton, it's candy.
    fluffy pink and blue.

    The world is spinning, that is why we are confused.
    Every glance we take around changes to color.
    A blur, swirling back and forth and the only things that are steady are your eyes.
    Looking into them to try and understand the answer i realize that is were the stars began
    In your eyes!

    Understanding now, once more the stars are distant,
    back in place marking the entrance to your soul.