On Your Roof

When the night falls and darkness embraces trees
I will go back on my roof
To draw the moon bright and play your dreams
Among the dark of sky, of ocean blue

I will sit on the roof counting the stars
With a shadow of lost songs and hearts

I will paint the sky with magic of awe
Before vanishing in withering dawn

When the night falls and darkness takes the last print
Of my hands on your window
When the life becomes nothing but dust on fingertips
Of hopes fading in shadows

I will sit on the roof looking at the sky
Counting silently every beat of the heart
I will sit on your roof awake
To hear a whisper of your dream
I will sit on your roof still
Listening to the song of a nightingale

Standing breathless by your door
Fearing to feel the pain of venomous score
But longing for one glance of you forevermore