scrying into this black screen
illuminated
where life's just a dream

thinking of what i'll say
next to you
while i'm next to you
if it's so complicated
is this really true

shadow's ingress of our hearts
nearly done
only a memory now
is the warmth of the sun

at night we'll dance
we'll spin and curl, we'll twist
extinguished flame
wisp from the candle's wick