Paradise! Behind homemade masks hides a brilliant smile

Moon spell shines phosphorescent as your wooden eyes

San Mateo stars fall with wishes in a tail spin

After dark, worn out faces disguise the shape we’re in

Moonbeam dancing by the stage

Slipstream into a different age

Daydream the nights to twirl around

Snow Queen comforts as Theia writes it down

Could we rewind, freeze the frame in that moment of time?

The Wilbury, laughing, talking, until a quarter to three

Hold you up, the grace on pace to fill our cups

To overflow, gliding toes won’t even touch the floor

Ten of swords, reversed, rebirthed to play the fool

Just rewards, pulling threads out these arcane spools

The world is bending, trying to hold the seams

And we’re upending staring down these void dreams

Be the anchor and hold fast to the set

Not strangers, friends we haven’t met yet

If it’s mistake, we’ll let fate mark it with “stet”

Wisconsin smile warmed in Florida light

Bathing in brilliance beside the breaking tide

You should know that your lighthouse glow is the brightest thing I’ve known

Cuts through the fog 300 miles from shore

Ever since you came through

Stirred style in this sterile room

Could you come back soon?

Renew the view, curfew removed

She’s a constellation in mortal encapsulation

Creation died of hunger with each song it sung her