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...