It was late and it was cold.
Erebus had outdone himself,
Never had I seen the skies so dark,
So lifeless...
Not a star in sight
And the moon hidden behind clouds
Yet,
She seemed to find something
In the air that night,
Some heaven-sent breeze
That brought out her angelic smile.
She ran ahead of me, through the tall grass
Dancing to some music I just couldn't hear.
But,
I didn't need to hear it
As my smile had already surfaced,
Defying the mood that
The night had attempted to impose upon me.
My smiles always did tend to mirror hers
Her happiness - was mutual.
Somehow,
She was all of the beauty
That I required from the night;
Camouflaged as she was in the darkness,
With her little black dress
And long, dark brown hair
I could see her perfectly
Because,
Beyond her silhouette, the scenery fades
No starry night, no crimson sunset
Could ever distract my gaze.
Next to her, this world is pale.
It is a covered candle
To her supernova star
Though,
When I caught up to her,
Following in her
Wake of magnificence;
I stared into those eyes of
Vivid mocha perfection,
Reaching out my hand...
And then I woke to remember
That she is
Not. Yet. Mine.
And,
I cried.
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