You grab my hand as we walk out the doorQuilts in our arms, heavy thoughts in our heartsThe cool summer breeze, the city asleepLying softly on the newly dewed grassI look up at the stars, shimmering brightWishes and fairy tales, shown in  moonlightGleaming tears melt daintily on warm cheeksAs you whisper, a bitter lullaby The fog settles, sun beginning to awakeMy hope lies along that gold horizon