When She Fades (Dying Star)

Inside scintillating blackness
You are hand in hand with me
A bright star gripping the horison
Pulling our tiny world in circles

Before the rains come falling
You are lying on my doorstep
Glowing in the distant thunder
Catching thoughts in butterfly hands

On the swing-set at our old school
You are my perfect counterbalance
I remember thinking crystal clear
Let's never grow apart.

And the future keeps shrinking
Like the haze on the horizon
When she fades through the moonbeams
And the harsh rising sun
Catching my attention
To the depths of the ocean
Twinkling in final fading beauty