Closed eyes and sealed mouths
numbed by the pregnant moonlight...
....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...
Your eyes are milky way to my heart
galaxy full of wonders...
“Any idea when you want to make it official?”-
You’d asked...
I wonder, as I wander,
If the ceiling is the sky...
I know you miss us,
I know some part of you wants us back together...