Dreams

Step on stars and touch the moon
And dream reality each night.
The sound of silence comes too soon.

Ice-cream truck memories, a lost balloon,
The remnants of a cat-shaped kite.
Step on stars and touch the moon.

Chocolate-mud cakes, plastic spoons,
The falling sun’s no longer bright.
The sound of silence comes too soon.

Flew through summer and now it’s noon,
And what can freeze this endless flight?
Just step on stars and touch the moon.

Each bit of blackness hums the tune,
Transposing shadows into light,
And the sound of silence comes too soon.

Danger across the paths are strewn
To impeded our failing sight.
Each piece of glass screams not immune.
So step on stars and touch the moon.