On the coming of the night I heard
You call to me as if you cared
As if you could, as if you would
Reach forth
And for me, alone, and only me
Brush the stars from the heavens
And dance about my feet
And have them arranged
For my viewing pleasure
But
Seek you not to do too much
Even immortal and fair and wise
And not even that is for sure
For what I want,
What I really, really want
Is something to want tomorrow