wandering stars

[word_lover]

(Memories tickle)

Tangled in that hypnotic dance
In the hazy butter glow
Subtle yet permeating
On the tip of the moon

(Daydream this away

Expansion of this
My world is condensed
Into you and me
Dancing on the tip of the moon)

The earth below was still

I saw wandering stars
Lost in aggravation
(It is not their cheek
Cradled in the cup of your hand

It is sized right for this aspect

But they are thrown carelessly
By an oversized paw)
And the earth below is still
As we dance

On the tip of the moon