Silent as a night you came,
Underneath a purple lit neon café I saw,
Like those fireflies you lit the spectral night,
And I saw something beautiful through your sadness,
Shaded my heart with those moonlit sparkles in your eyes.
A desire to hold you in my hands,
A piece of warmth perhaps against those cold rushing winds,
A tune, a key, a note to paint a melody against the dark canvas,
A chance for a love to blossom even for a night,
To blossom the flower underneath your sad eternal nights.
