the stars are hanging, shining brightly       the sky above me glows white       the tiny lights, flickering slowly       as if they were signaling me       the falling rain tenderly, gently       as though it were crying       the dew drops are beading, glisten, gleaming       the clouds are waving good-bye       the moon once hiding is rising early       the night has taken the sky          sometimes, if only it could be       once more, tomorrow       this time, if only just for me       awhile, tomorrow          remembering, still searching, deeming       as though only pretending       rendering, if only seeming       though only believing       these thoughts are fading, distant, fleeting       the past is blurring with time       voices faintly, quietly, merely       as if only seeming to be       still so clearly, peacefully, near me       though I know I am dreaming       the words I am hearing are closely guarding       those things of which no one speaks       the end we are nearing, sharing, fearing       the truths of all that we seek          belongside of everything I find       belongside of everything I hide       belongside of every reason why       belongside of every tear I cry       blue dahlia, blue dahlia       belongside me guarding, guiding       belongside me finally finding       blue dahlia, blue dahlia       belongside me outside, inside       blue dahlia