By the silent night's sky do we lay awake,
Beneath the luminance of the wholesome Moon,
Shall by what-once hath shall forever mourn in wake,
When all's adieu, had we farewelled far too soon.
But sapphires alike her eyes -- a pearl of the sea,
Yet these shores shall forever separate her from me,
And too may we wander aimlessly in this corridor,
If she's indeed an angel then can we do no more,
For we are but lone souls, seeking meaning in this simple life.
A spector, a membrance, a love will you be ---