• Tired eyes always miss the sleeping sun
    and I would not fall asleep with anyone,
    but you even though the mirror is cracked.

    When the moon and I become enemies
    I know I can turn to face your humble sheep
    I know I can no longer try to fall asleep
    for the temptation to just touch your skin
    which rests so much darker than mine.

    How so electrifying runs this fear that one day
    your eyes will open and the stars will shine
    and you will rip the sheets that protect us
    so that my baby form will lie there exposed
    for without you I am a child, I am alone.

    How these nightmarish fears begin to fade
    as dawn begins to sing its sweet serenade
    your eyes open up and the stars, they shine
    no thought of leaving in your dozing mind.

    A lullaby to hum underneath the sleeping sun
    the clock ticks as it offers us a lulling beat
    which sends us both back off to sleep
    but we never sleep so that we can dream
    for our dreams are reality beneath the sheets.