night.
alone now
I start  to sleep
and dream of you: a perfect angel.
Darkness is stilled
Moon oddly red
the night so dark
until the morning - perfectly bright.
once we were friends, a special bond
then we were lovers
souls were exchanged
or so it seemed
now
you're a whisper in haunting dreams
ripping away
shards of my heart

the night is time
to follow dreams
until the morning