I laughed at the moon,
light as a cloud,
while we built our castles in the sky.
You would have me believe
that i'll never die...
perhaps i cant
while i'm with you.


hmm...i cant recall the name of the fairy tale that inspired this...about the two sisters, the nice one receives the blessing of her words turning to jewels, the other the curse that her words turn to reptiles...

my heart envies the stars their glimpse of you.
jealous thing, it hoards each word that passes your lips,
like a secret treasure, deep inside the soul.
knowing intuitively that these precious gems
falling from a faery blessing into begging hands
may be all it has left, someday, when you have flown to your princess,
and left it to toads and serpents.