Hold we to the flicker
Of the flame that couldn’t last
Casting us in shadows of the day’s lament

Cling we to the shadows
Of the figures as they pass
The curtains drawn to show a night that’s adient

Hold we to the waning
Of the moon where now we bask
The colors washed away in grays and gradients

Lingering, my dreaming
To the you that wears a mask
Whose memory still casts a glow that’s radiant