My shining star,
When the night is late...

She shrieks within the confines of the night,
Her hopes and dreams crushing, as if her bones...

I wander throughout the forest of dreams
And come across a hidden clearing...

She sits alone amongst her thoughts,
Fingers absently directing pen across paper...

Crystals shine within her eyes -
Whispering tales of past lives...

I sit on a bench,
One by a babbling brook...

Smile for me -
Unveil the truths you hide beneath...

Silence overtakes a space once filled with...
Regret and fear now replace carefree laughter...

Lilies bloom around a withered soul,
Encouraging lavish dreams to arise...

She is red - ablaze with a passion so vibrant in...
She is orange - refreshingly sweet as her words...

Silence overwhelms a tired soul
As they wander into the night...

The wind whispers a song so exuberantly beautiful
As the moon and stars waltz within an ebony sky...