It is four in the morning
And I’m watching you;
I gaze upon your eyes – they’re shining,
I’m glad I can see you – anew;
In a time of terror – when my mind was rotten
You arose from darkness – never forgotten,
Ought to fix my soul – couldn’t do it alone,
Wanted someone to set me off my throne;
Someone to see beyond despair;
Perhaps you – with the fiery red hair.
I thought I had lost –
And couldn’t enjoy anymore
The smile I’ll always adore,
Must keep it here – at any cost.
Scared I was, plenty of times,
And could not see a light –
Like the one shining in your eyes!
Could this be the salvation, the banish of blight,
The moon that will guide me –
Every single night;
Could this be the flame tree
To keep my mind alive, burning me with all of its might!
The Fiery, the Wild, the Untamed,
Arose in my life for so many times,
And for another time – happiness I had reclaimed;
And I had cried – at my thought’s crimes,
And I kept myself away from it sometimes
When I could only read between the lines,
But I think it’s time for us to see the signs.
And my soul had wept –
And it has faded,
But your pure memory has kept,
So it would not be degraded.
And even now, I feel your sight
Falling down on me – with light;
Open my eyes, the next midnight
And let me myself rewrite.