He looks out of the open window 

at the end of the street,

cold and grey it seems like melancholy 

& there she stands afar

calm and still,

like the depths of the ocean waters;

 

as the time slips and the 

night sky drops on this world,

the moon shines bright as ever 

envied, as it looks at her glaring eyes,

radiating without the help of another star 

like fireflies sparkling in the night;

 

The pale dormant street illuminates 

in the shades of gold

and his heart plunges to shine bright 

under the reflection of her eyes, 

and he gets consumed in nothingness 

But the love which he once lost.