once upon a time...

there once was a boy,

with gold skin and gold eyes.

he lived all alone

on a hill in the skies.

he ran like the wind,

and the stars were his friends,

and he carried sunbeams in his smile.

now this boy, he was honest -

hard-working and fun.

he enjoyed climbing mountains

and racing the sun.

but he needed a friend,

for the times he felt down.

so he sought out a girl,

hair and eyes both dark brown.

oh life! how they lived it

how playful they played!

how sweetly they captured

both sunshine and shade.

but they say that all good things

must come to an end,

and so, it did happen

for the boy and his friend.

the trees shed their leaves,

winter waited its turn.

the spring turned things green,

till the summer sun burned.

and the boy and his friend

they went on separate ways,

but they never forgot

all those sunshines and shade.

all those moonbeams and icecreams,

those races and waves,

those twilights and late nights,

and christmas parades.

those snowmen and angels

those boardgames and cards -

no, they never forgot

how their eyes shined like stars.

...and that is the story,

of the boy with gold eyes.

and still, that boy lives

on the hill in the skies.

and the girl, well,

don't worry - she lives - she's alive.

she lives in the cool,

where the boy's shadow lies.