If I could say ‘Good Night’ to her, before every morrow. In those moments under lamp and sky. The city grinding around of us, but we’ve little care.
All the clockwork stops, if I’ve but one kiss from her. That amber lit clouds melt somehow into the world of the stars beyond.
If that eidolon called Hope could bear but one second for me. That one chance, that one dare.
Until such time, that moment is just a dream, as much as she is.