A Nest Full of Stars

Alone with you in this fairytale forest, our fantasy struggles against truth
the shimmering moon wonders; she knows not of love.
Her white sands mask cruel realism as I savour your forbidden touch
and you gaze silently at the countless stars above.

Only us, only we share this serene feeling - tell me
what do they call it? The moonlight exposes all, and I cry
but even tears of sincerity cannot down this guilt that binds me
yet I escape through your heart and with love-spun wings I fly.

A lapping wave of memory teases at my mind, calling me back.
Running away didn’t work then, either - but what did we care?
We were only children, and we were hunted down; then separated
the day I discovered bitter realities impossible to share.

But we found each other, didn’t we? A sudden blossoming
of crystal, and the path became clear; the stars whispered the way
and you turned their wheel with our dream. A promise
that you’d follow me to the end of the rainbow one day.

Do you remember? Where the flowers sang a hushed lullaby
and grass the color of your eyes swayed on the land
in time to your heart and mine. A rainbow of miracles
at our feet, and your ribbon of kindness in my hand.

Someone cry for me with parched eyes; mine are not enough
to soothe this raging injustice that mocks me in our glade.
The night murmurs to my sleeping conscience. Must I leave already?
Not without a kiss, not with out knowing our love-rose will never fade.

My heart cannot heal all the tears it holds, but instead lights up
a gentle glow to comfort me no matter what they say
in a corner where hope still dwells. The times you laughed
the times you cried, they’re shining as brightly as a spring day...

On a warm night as realism slumbers, quietly, I sing alone.
Riding on whisper-soft wings of dreams, infinite in worth.
A lullaby entwined with the golden weave of our nest
let the world hear it as gently as starlight kissing the earth.

Strangers meet once again; the overwhelming thrill tickles my soul
a butterfly within. I stumble, trying to remember lines.
Maybe, just maybe, I may sing with you tomorrow, in the light
of your smiling face, where the brightest star always shines.