The cold Nights translucent whispers wither a fading light
furious is the fire blazing foretold with unspoken curious nights
How? why? must we abide by these unspoken denials.
A truth so pleasing yet denied
A withered light
Foretold through furious fires
No truth no light no fire just a
Curious dreamers dreams dancing in the night.
Gazing Stars seem to ask
How many nights can a dreamer dance?
As dawn pulls from nights heavy grasp
Light surrounds embraces a last
Warm is the day as denials become truth