Mesmerised I gaze at the moon,

wishing myself to where you are.

They say you are silver.

For me you shine golden and ephemeral.

Do I really have a second to waste?

Or will this slip through my hands

just like another moment of time?

My eyes and my hope hang onto you,

and I want myself to settle down.

My feelings, thoughts, and weaknesses,

they shall all be yours.

I'd feel like a child

finally receiving the kind of love

it has always been looking for.

Whispered in the darkest of nights,

may those pitiful prayers be heard by him.

Dreams aren't impossible to live,

are they?