Even though I stand on a balcony of marble br Lofty enough to overlook the lands, br The butterfly explosions in the sky br Still soar above me in Starlight's Hands. br br And for some reason, br Whilst these fire-glows slip into my eyes, br I find it difficult to muster up thoughts br Of orchestras that do not rise. br br Why is it that I feel like br Because of these bright-winged birds br That an abused child br Is sitting at her private tree br Completely lost for words? br br Why is it that I feel like br Because of these squid fire-signs br That a glint lurks now in every eye br Of every marine br Behind enemy lines? br br Why is it that I feel like br Because of these lights over Sugar Hill br That a gathering of lonely elderlies br Are standing there br Somehow awake still? br br Why is that I feel like br Because of these simple sunsets that beckon br That everything could be okay br Even if just for br A simple star-stolen second?br br K.