often in the middle

of a starry night

oh ever so slowly

my drowsy eyelids part

when i'm kissed by them

the same old

precious than gold

long lost memories

that reside in the halls

of my tired heart

and silently slip out

oh ever so slowly

from the crevices

of my parted eyelids

like a lovely stroke

of broken art

my tremblin' fingers

find their way

to the wet corners

of my heavy eyes

that are deeper than

the scarlet hues of

endless skies

and i feel stardust

painted right there

which makes me smile

because isn't it made

of the remnants

of a nostalgic dream

which held your soul

that my cold fingers

could never do

and it's such a pity

that makes me sigh

'cause i miss the way

you made me feel

hung up ever so high

among the floatin' clouds

and a tilted moon

often in the middle

of a starry night

oh ever so slowly

when i didn't have

to search out for you

at the wet corners

of my heavy eyes

which are painted

with crispy stardust

for it is made

of the remnants

of a nostalgic dream

which hold your soul

that my cold fingers

with warmth so few

could never do

could never do..

Author's Note