Lights play tricks on my eyes.
Tired, I see colours and shapes.
Your moon has gone from the sky,
leaving only the stars to haunt me.
I wait for your moon to return
in the silence of cold nights sleeping,
dreaming of piano keys playing a song
as we spin wildly around a Chateau
with no furniture to obstruct our moves.
The lights play tricks on my eyes.
Tired, I thought I saw you in the corner.
