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