Maker

Days of yellow saffron



Nights with purple skies



Melting in the sunbeams



From my maker's eyes



Mountain-colored lilac



In the distant haze



I would like to lie here



Timing all my days



Move past my window



Sunshine is shimmering



Jack-o-lanterns glimmering



Giant moths are flickering around



See, the moon is hiding



Underneath the sea



Pretty soon he'll venture



To take a look at me



So I humbly stand here



Beneath his golden glow



Doesn't he remind me



Of somebody I know?



I must be leaving



Back to reality



Don't you just pity me?



I could so easily stay here