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