Darkness shines through your pores but
the second the moonlight hits your skin it's like you're made out of stars.
Your true nature comes out to play,
I stand there, paralyzed by your unknown beauty.
You look back at me, disconcerted,
totally unaware that you are shining like the sun.
You touch me; I'm surprised by your warmness
- that doesn't burn like a star -
(but it seems eternal nevertheless)
I shelter under your hug,
suddently turned into a
s l e e p i n g b a b y;
lying on the bright side of your moon.
