When the morning fills your room, when you see the moon,
Am I your first thought through all shades of orange and blue?
When you walk along the shore, a tune stuck in your head,
Am I the rhythm, the dance of the sea breeze in your hair?
Am I the face you look for amidst a crowd, a constellation?
Am I the peace you crave to calm your heart after a fusillade?
Am I the place you rush to, does my voice guide your conation?
Am I the muse when you paint, is my love your deepest shade?
When I hold you in the midnight, the nightmares still find a way,
But does it make you fall in love with umbra, the velvet darkness?
Oh, my love, you don’t look me in the eye when I ask you to stay
You are a storm out for destruction, reckless, you are a madness.