Near dawn,
Nebulous light,
End of a movie in black and white
I was sleeping so hard,
And dreaming so deep.
I think that my dream was of you.
Faint cries
From the faraway hills,
World through my window
Is mournful and stark.
When the depths of the night
Seem impossibly dark,
I am grateful we have the stars.
The day that you fall in love,
You learn you are not the same,
Fearless and strong, then suddenly weak,
Whenever he speaks your name,
And maybe it’s not to be,
Or maybe, in time, turns cold,
But to know how much ecstasy one heart can hold,
Is a treasure worth having.
Near dawn,
Nebulous light,
End of a movie in black and white.
When I first heard those lines,
I considered them trite,
Remembered them well, even so.
How quickly we fall in love.
How surely we come to change,
Simply struck dumb at finding, by chance,
A beauty so glorious and strange,
And maybe it’s not quite real,
Or maybe it ends too soon,
But as someone once said,
Don’t let’s ask for the moon,
When we already have the stars.
We have the stars.