It was reflected
In the window that framed the stars we looked upon.
Counting again with our fingers,
We posed questions
To a night of overlapping moments…
And stopped time.
When I told you I loved you, you tried to play it off.
Stop pretending you haven’t noticed already…
When you’re by my side,
My orbit is always
Like a circumpolar star.
I can’t grasp
The angles of your thoughts coming in waves,
Like a tremolo;
When I chase after you,
I get the feeling I’m about to lose something
And set my ship asail!
Embracing it all, even if I don’t get to see you,
I’ll take it in piece by piece, and go beyond Denebola;
A selfish procession of the equinoxes—just like you!
Chasing the parabola that floats on up:
A shooting star upon the staff,
I’ll begin to sing… so shine on me, Spica!
I want to always be smiling… I don’t want to be alone…
I want to hear your answer… but I’m too afraid to ask…
Spanning many a night, I’ll connect us to the future.
Dodging the twinkling stars, I was searching…
But just who’s side are these myths and legends on?
Sighing on a depressed afternoon,
Just thinking of you has me muttering your name…
But a shallow love simply won’t reach you.
I want to see you; the sounds this piano plays
Cause me agony as they overflow
And I hope for each trailing note to reach you!
Embracing it all, even if I don’t get to see you,
I’ll take it in piece by piece, and go beyond Denebola;
A selfish procession of the equinoxes—just like you!
Chasing the parabola that floats on up:
A shooting star upon the staff,
I’ll begin to sing… so shine on me, Spica!