Staring at you.

while I lay on the night sky I see your face.

I see your eyes, your curls, your grace,

I don’t want to stop staring in any case.

I see stars that transforms in your arms,

I see your hands, your fingers

Playing your guitar.

So close and yet so far,

Even as an astronaut I couldn’t reach your heart,

so pure, so clean, so full of art,

I wish I could go back to the start.