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.
Another moon and another night without seeing your reflection next to me
The purples and reds of the sky sing of twilight.
my twilights are secretive, a rose with thorns, that old locked door hidden deep into the dark. does time work the same for you or does your time feel slow and warped around you? do your nightmares slowly deepen like the crows last call before the inky black seas take over your little world and swallows the light completely? can you see the fireflies last waltz?
it would be a lovely thought to wake up and see your face next to me but it remains just a thought.
