the sky above the sky

I see me sinking through the dark nights
when the stars leave the sky
give up the lights give up to try

But the gloomy river said
its nights are darker than mine
since there’s no moon willing to shine

Then the trees whispered the story of the darkest nights
when the clouds keep blowing in between
the deadly freezing winter wind

we’ll always have our own darkest nights
but only if we let our eyes free to see
it’s never been darker than others, truly

(Romeo & Juliet, Kissing you, Instrumental)
above all sadness. enschede, end of january 03