When the night is darkest,
When the Moon is brightest,
When the stars are clearest,

When the song is saddest,
When the music's purest,
When the voice is sweetest,

When the air is coldest,
When the sunlight warmest,
When the breeze is fairest,

Then, I remember;

The beauty of your smile,
Your light and perfect laughter,
Just one look from graceful eyes;

But I think about you always.

How many times have you been dragged?
How many dark secrets bear your blood and tears?
How do I make known such terrible sorrow?
How do you cover all these filthy stains?
How do I yet breathe when so jaded by my past?
How do I yet fall though the price I know?
How; when a friend's life its heavy toll?

Twilight whispers
Dreaming fingertips
In the candle's soft glow
Sweet air, melody and harmony
Painting voices in your eyes.

Shadow dancing
With the perfect reflection,
My clear vision
You shimmer;
Fading back to blind.

Too many quiet times
Between cacophonies of silence
The hysteria of nothing
What to do
Unmentioned glances.

Gallantly standing against
Agony to be waiting
Wings of desires,
What could be
Only an apparition's dream.

What, so...
Black and white
Quietly in and out of
Softly focus...

Ten thousand faces
In the light of day
Tell them when
To laugh or cry.

Only meeting under
The watchful star's
Shimmering glow.

A single teardrop falls.

A phantom kiss is given
By the autumn breeze.

Their precious time alone,
Welcoming the moon
That gives their romance life.

At the foot of stone lovers in the park.

Go too far and bite the stars,
Just walking with that girl.
Listen closely to her heart beat;
It's like a dear friend dreaming
Of things held deep, ripping at the seam.
Memories of what could be.
Take her hand and gently guide her
Through the mire and darkness of trees.
Warm her with that inner blaze
Of your affection; controlled but never quenched.
And when the winter comes, remember:
Forever after is the Spring.