Moonlight
Evening's finite
She smiles 'cause it's all right, even the past
'neath the blushed gloam
Lying by the sea foam
Trust only what is unknown
All else is simply tragic
Waiting always for creases to unfold
Twice light
Plum dark in the wide night
She turns toward a soft sight, and is undone
Daybreak
Smiling for some sake
Her hands gently awake, she folds them like a flower
Made of paper
Her creases are her own
Hey, would you wanna start again?