The song I'll never speak on the tip of my tongue fell aslep. The song I'll never speak.

On the honeysuckle
a firefly blinked
and the moon was pricking
the water with a beam.

It was then I dreamed
the song
I'll never speak.

Song filled with lips
and hope,
flowing from far away.

Song filled with hours 
and hope
whiled away in the shade.

Song of stars alive 
and hope
in perpetual daytime skies.