Feels like the prolongation of a familiar fantasy
You could only see in movies and daydreams
The night sweeps everything in its way and
I am bequeathed with the sight of your stature
I cavort within my walls, allowing to set themselves free
They say that looking down from the heights is frightening
But you dispel all my fears as you look up at me

All my stars absolve into the dark azure, somehow
it's giving me faith, for once I was sure
Rest upon His steps, reassure me with Your certainty and
Out my windowpane, you perch and I hear your voice from afar
that perfectly weaves itself with the near crashing shores
That sweet crescendo as you come as you are

Real. I come to think. How is this real?
It seems that to find out if this isn't another fabrication
Is only if I come down to you and frisk onto the asphalt pave ways
onto you-- but what would we do? What are we even doing?
I have no answers but for now, you are my perception
Is it too much? Have I said too much?
Where is the line that sunders playful banter
and things we long to say to each other?

'So long,' you wave goodbye, the evening comes to a close,
I scorn but I tell you good night and watch you drift away
You disappear just like daylight and its warmth
So long, farewell, I could say so much more
So long, but to be true, it was less and more than enough
'So long.' Goodbye, but that's how long I wished you stayed

Heaven and its horizon place their smiles upon me
You're long gone but I am still awake
with the thought of you calling out my name
I stare at heaven's smile but that's merely an excuse
to gaze at who was once there in between His pillars
A moment ever so clandestine, it's not mine but forever ours to keep
I wonder how you are and if you feel the same

Amidst that night's enthralling mirth,
I contemplate on whether I should admit
that before the marveling episode,
when you told me you would appear past midnight,
It resembled foolishness but still, I believed you
It was never a coincidence that I wasn't asleep past eleven,
Would it change everything if I told you I was waiting for you?

Does it? I just thought you should know.
Know that I am grateful I trusted my instincts to stay awake,
and when you're near, I freeze like the distinct cold of dusk,
I could never sleep before midnight because of this,
I don't know why but I should also tell you,
that when the sea remains stagnant and stops crashing,
and when His place of worship commences the prayers,
and when the day bleeds into the sky, conceiving light,
I am drawn to my windowpane with what once was
and with visions of you.
You should know,
because it's you.
All because of you.
Midnight Boy.