Constellations

The light was leaving;

in the west it was blue.

The (Csus2)children's laughter sang, skipping just like the stones they threw.

Their voices echoed across the waves.

It's getting late.

(G)It was (F)just another night

(C)with the sunset and a (G)moonrise (F)not so far behind

(C)to give us just enough light to (G)lay down (F)underneath the stars,

(C)listen to Papa's translations (G)of the (F)stories across the sky.

(C)We drew our own constellations.

(G)The west winds often last too long,

and (Csus2)when they calm down, nothing ever feels the same.

Sheltered under the Kamani tree,

waiting for the passing rain.

Clouds keep moving to uncover the sea of stars above us,

chasing the day away to find the stories that we sometimes need.

Listen close enough,

all else (C)fades,

fades (D)away.