Days of yellow saffron.

Nights with purple skies.

Melting in the sunbeams

from my maker's eyes.



Mountain-colored lilac

in the distant haze.

I would like to lie here,

timing all my days



Move past my window,

sunshine is shimmering

jack-o-lanterns glimmering,

giant moths are flickering around.



See, the moon is hiding

underneath the sea.

Pretty soon he'll venture

to take a look at me.



So I humbly stand here

beneath his golden glow.

Doesn't he remind me

of somebody I know?



I must be leaving,

back to reality.

Don't you just pity me?

I could so easily stay here.