A voiceless silhouette lurks in an ageless light,
The night sings of the coming dawn,
Birds fly into the sky unknown,
where the heart moves the stones
and silence reigns in the bygones..
A painting hangs on the naked wall,
Nestled in the placid soul
As the darkness lays her crimson cloak
hope will call, and time roll back .
the lips part, for the lips unmet,
And every breath, the breath is full
Upon that misty night, night so still,
Key to my tears, lost to sleep.
Till the sun got burnt ,in his strife,
and how time stops , and my love springs to life..
yet you stand there, for the flames in my heart,