Für CL.
I must have been asleep when you dropped down
into my hands, my fallen shooting star.
Now blinded by your lightray-gilded crown
I wake, and for the beauty that you are
into my hands, my fallen shooting star.
Now blinded by your lightray-gilded crown
I wake, and for the beauty that you are
I long with all that’s left of me: my night.
Your glow so soft and clear above my skin
makes my flaws fade and drowns them out in white.
Tell me of all your travels, of your kin,
Your glow so soft and clear above my skin
makes my flaws fade and drowns them out in white.
Tell me of all your travels, of your kin,
my fallen shooting star, up in the skies,
of how you lend your glamour to the sea
and to the tears in melancholy eyes
that look up at your legions gloomily.
of how you lend your glamour to the sea
and to the tears in melancholy eyes
that look up at your legions gloomily.
O was it meant to happen that of all
the stars in unknown regions up above,
my shooting star, you volunteered this fall
into my hands, and did you fall in love?
the stars in unknown regions up above,
my shooting star, you volunteered this fall
into my hands, and did you fall in love?