Bursts of blue outline your figure, laying on the rooftop I remember her. It seems that I’ve awakened since December, no longer embracing the silence. I see you clearly through crowded spaces, and yet here you sit and I can’t help but face it. In the depths of midnight I remember her eyes shown gloriously through charges that light up the sky. Do you see yourself the same way that I do, or are the secrets you’re thinking of clouding your view? These things I’ll never know, for I’ll never speak too soon, left awestruck and distant in the shadow of the moon.