I stare at stars at night and dream
of all those lights that reign supreme.
But none compare close to the sight
of your lights, lighting up so bright.
In day they block all other sight.
They’re all I wish to see and write.
And at night, alone, I still think
of how I miss that blinding blink.
And shooting stars that pass fast by,
they mock my tears in heaven’s sky.
I dream so long for you to see
how you, like stars, belong with me.
I stare and dream that this will be.
That like the stars, with me, you’ll see.