Every once in a while, when the moon shines bright And the flowers are sleeping There shows a jackal under my window, He comes seeking
There was a tree in my back-yard I used to call it the Wishing Tree; It had wishes hanging from its branches like stars And
In a place down below And a land outside of time There’s a girl with two braids and blue eyes Who for ever watches the
Hush Listen to the wind; It’ll tell you a secret, Would you be willing to hear. Hush And close your eyes; Time has come to
Dan was sitting on the front steps to the Polaris, forearms leaning against his knees as he glared at the drained star in his hand.