Silver stars twinkled on the stage,
And the prop hand forgot about the page,
Then the painted moon began to swing,
The players fled and forgot about eveything,
The broken vase was shattered by the moon,
I guess I still saw the spotlight shine,
And imagined that her whole love would be mine,
You have set the candle in the night,
And nothing else could ever shine as bright,
Everything looks the exact same to you,
When you're thrown through twighlight blue
I see the piper running up the hills,
They're as golden as shining ocean sails,
Jumping into piles of orange autumn leaves,
Forgetting about the rain on summer's eve
Friday, June 19, 2009
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