She paused, an almost smile flitted across her sorrow sunken face.
Her blonde hair reminded me of someone I used to know
Her blue eyes, while clouded, reminiscent of warmth.

She returned to her hymn, the mourning pitch rung in my ears.
"Do you sing for Beauty?"
"Do you sing for Truth?"

She never answered.

a bed of sunlight beckons me
you wait there wanting,
an unknown lover craving
everything I cannot give,

“Hello Love,” I whisper to the moon.

She keeps staring at me
the girl with blue eyes
she keeps asking me
which one of us will die.