Hands outstretched in the dark,
What was I searching for?
I have been blinded by a spark.
A touch and a tingle.
A tinge and a sizzle.
Our worlds don't cross,
Like snowflakes in a pensive midnight sky,
Moths on a street-lit summer night.
The sun won't smile,
The stars don't sparkle,
The moon was a dimming spotlight.
Sparks fade out and crumble.
Hearts played out, we fumble.
I have to speak soon,
Or I'll lose you to the gloom.
I just don't know how to-
Sometimes, it's better to follow your impulses.