And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we’re apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust
Of yesterday
The music
Of the years
Gone by
Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely nights
Dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago, and now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song
Beside the garden wall, when stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew.
Though I dream in vain, in my heart you will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love’s refrain.
From out car windows on all-night road trips…
From early morning walks to the pool to swim shivering laps…
From the backyard on a fireplace-scented fall evening…
From a wobbly canoe gliding along the coastline…
From a dew-soaked hill in late August, flat on my back…
It’s a good thing to look up at the stars and be reminded of how small you are.