You give me hope etched in stars,
make me want to believe in faith,
stir the shy whimsy to think that
love does exist.
Shielding away from poignant torment,
praying for some sudden clarity --
a way to get through the storm.
Yet no merciful angel came to hold,
no nurturing Gaia opened her arms.
There you were.
Finding it perverse to retreat,
take sanctuary behind the walls.
Can't trust the fickle hands,
kismet is so beyond our reach --
but you have me waiting with baited breath
and part of me is longing for just a hello.
Don't say good night.
Don't wish sweet dreams.
not yet ... not yet ...
We need a few precious moments,
a little more time to accept a brief good bye.
Maybe this is no more than a dream,
a wistful plot staged in my clouded senses...
You make me want to believe.