Flawless wonder that roams my clouded hallway.
Visits in every second the moon has been victor of the starless skies.
Just allowing its specifically developed love to seep into each soul that sleeps.
A gift to hold sight of; for its a rare talent many fail to see.
This flawless wonder, this unknown sprirt always comes to greet me when the clock holds silence.
When the sounds of echoing ticks and tocks are merely just a subconscious hearing.
This spirit I am able to see, is nothing more then a undying fable.
A misspoken wish; with purpose over passing all ideals known.
Flawless wonder that roams my clouded hallway.
Visits in every second the moon has been victor of the starless skies.
For this spirit is my guiding angel...
Helping to freeze the the world, for I to see the importance in my subconscious hearings...

That are nothing more then hearings of my forgotten love...