Aurora Lights

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.