I’ll love you in your sorrow,
When cold streams through the open window,
And night sucks the dreams from your pretty head,
I’ll pick you up, and carry you outside,
Where we’ll stand amongst the fireflies,
Trying to count them, but failing,
And you can trace stories in the sky with a finger
While I whisper in your ear,
And kiss along your neck,
And touch you
In the shadows,
Where all the stories’ names elude you.
I’ll whisper the words
You imagine you forgot,
And put the dreams
Back inside you.
Then we’ll feel our way back to the bed,
Eyes wide and sparkling,
And you’ll know how to count the stars:
Just like fireflies,
All at once.