Blue Twilight

Over the rooftop, under the moon, I fly in a dream, in my silvered room; The cover of night has been pulled away, And I move in sleep toward a different day. Over the rooftop, under the moon, The day will not be arriving soon; Everything quiet, and still as a world With a hidden lock, god has not unfurled. Over the rooftop, under the moon, In a secret place, like a moonlit ruin, There's magic and wonder, come dawn of day From a deepness, where the soul must stray. Over the rooftop, under the moon, I wait all day in a soundless tune; I wait till the special hour comes around: The sun is sinking and gone quite down. Over the rooftop, under the moon, I smile in darkness, where stars are strewn, The universe open, like a great book; There's hours and hours, just to look. Over the rooftop, under the moon, Night arrives like a soft cocoon, With starry eyes, to see you through, And dreams enough, to fill the blue.