Dreams will grab you in the most fragile way. Eyes you remember and believe to see, will light your moon in a mysterious plea. You seem to love what has been lost, but will always stay without a cost. The tingling magic that was or what could have been, will always be seen when the lights have dimmed. The summer is gone, but the season of love draws near. An autumn I once remembered and experienced with a tear. Fire shake the sun that laughs, and stars will cry, eyes look your last. The fight for love feels the cold wind, as hearts become one in a moments dream within. ♥