Drops of Light

You travelled the constellations

searching for the right one

(while I was sitting there in the Milky Way, waiting for you).

And you found your shooting star alright,

so you fell with him

chasing a dying star

(while I was sitting here, burning bright with love--love for you).

And now you're gone

your stardust remains

scattered upon a dying dream

and the skies

dimmer

without you here

(but I'm here, alone, still waiting for you to come home).