dusk would have been a lovely sight to see with you but I'm blind to the skies in your world as you are to mine.
I failed at meeting you, another day in the future?
The fading hour I speak of is midnight.
i watch the moons silent dance falter as clouds cover its indecency, dark, silent and calm. can you see her dance too? do the blackened blues twist into violent purples? do you sit and watch the power struggle between star and moon? the silver lights of the stars cannot compare to that of the moon and the position of guardian in the endless night sky it possesses.
too see your face under the weakened starlight only to be strengthened by the silver moon is a pleasant sight but a sight I will never lay my eyes on.
