Millions of lanterns, just floating there
Quietly floating and silently here
Under the branches bare
And the silent trees
Millions of moon rays, spinning off the lanterns
Flickering off the trees, and the night,
The quiet, silent night
And her skin,
His skin
It’s the game of strangers, the way of foreigners,
To end here, in the light
To start here, in the night
In the sight of those lanterns
Under the quiet trees,
And the light
And the lanterns, just floating there,
Little stars in paper spheres,
Became the moon ‘cause the moon wasn’t in the sky anymore
It was in her eyes
In his eyes
In their hands, and the lanterns,
The stars and the moons,
And the quiet trees, the silent trees,
Watching on silently
As the night and the light never ended
Until it was over
And the morning was dawning
She left with the trees,
He left with the night,
Left with the light
Of the tiny stars in lanterns,
The tiny moons in paper spheres
And the lanterns, just floating there,
Little stars in paper spheres,
Became the moon ‘cause the moon wasn’t in the sky anymore
It was in her eyes
In his eyes
In their hands, and the lanterns,
The stars and the moons,
And the quiet trees, the silent trees,
Watching on silently
Until the sun couldn’t find them,
The golden light couldn’t find the white,
And the lanterns were gone,
The floating lanterns, the lights in the night
Had died by the sun
And he
And she
Wasn’t there in the glowing
Of that gold
Because they’d walked into the dawn and became the sun
And the sky was the ground
And the ground wasn’t there.
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