his name sounds like the darkest night.
he's made of stardust.
his eyes shine bright every fullmoon.
He writes songs about love
He writes songs about the stars
and every night he sings to them.
I have a friend.
His name sounds like the bright daylight.
He's made of sun beams.
His eyes shine everyday.
He writes songs about lust,
he writes songs about clouds .
Every day he sings to them.
Birds seem to understand his sweet sound.
Maybe a bit more than humans do,
but that's okay.
Maybe we are the ones at loss.
