I lay awake at night staring at the ceiling above
I think of you, dream of you, is this love?
What are you doing my darling sweet?
I wonder when at school our eyes will meet
And when our eyes connect, do you feel what I feel?
Is this love special only to me, or is it real?
Are you sleeping my dear?
Are your dreams of angels or of fear?
Are you watching the same dark sky as I am tonight?
Do you wonder if the stars are the guiding light?
Maybe your walking quietly outside to smell the cold air.
The coldness of it cutting your skin, but you don’t care.
Are you whispering your secrets to the night sky?
I wish I were the sky, tell me the truth, don’t lie.
Maybe your dreams are of angels or maybe your darkest fears.
Tell me what you are frightened about, let me kiss away the tears.
Do your eyes search the darkness for the single shadow of light as I do?
Or do you close your eyes and wait for sleep to descend upon you?
Tell me your thoughts and I’ll whisper you mine tonight.
Then we’ll hold hands and follow the guiding light.
