The sun knows her smile, but the moon holds her supplications. She dreams in night skies, her place of worship, her only silence.

She finds him sleeping soundly as twilight pours softly onto his handsome face, just slightly crooked and holding the youth she knows he's never had.

Whatever love she has for him burns slow, smoke and deep red wine. He fills her mind and she drinks him in, reaching for his hand as she chases the last drop.

Time always seems to be running out.

She doesn't know if she has already, but she wants to, she wants to brand his soul. Remember me when I go. Remember me before you go.

And despite the day beginning to surround her, gleaming: One day. One day, let me be free.