Pieces

Dark sings, my head on a string
The moment that brings us tonight.

And all we ever get is time, the days are a crime
Never eager to describe the haze.
And maybe every other night, if the mood finds him right
Catch a moon in both his eyes but never dares return the gaze.

Sweet glow, descend now and grow
The quicksilver slows on the stage.

And everybody was amazed, a world somehow strange.
Pieces you can rearrange, design.
Aurora coming into bloom, you scream hello moon.
Love about to make a move as we wait for the lamplight to die.