• Underneath these stars of gold,
    Lays sleeping, my heart of silver.
    Snow fell on my precious sonority,
    And I realised then, it was just me.

    I dreamt of clouds burning, sun afire,
    My heart was on a string of copper wire,
    Geoffrey played the same three chords,
    That I dreamt of not three nights past.
    I was never the saviour but neither was he.
    The saviour was in the things we see.

    Echoed a voice that cried please listen,
    Those tears will freeze and then glisten.