Lovely man, where did you go?
A star I met this sunset last
Did you return to the ground, or rise past the night?
I wish that I had gotten to know you well enough to miss your voice this much

son of Neptune, did you tire flight?
Sometimes you seem to cross my mind
It’s been out for many moons, but I hold the line
And that’s alright,
It means you’ve finally found the light

And I know I don’t need much to keep this fire of mine,
no shortage of supply

a reminder, I should also get moving
but for now I stick to the illusion