The Moonlight Brings ChangeSurrounded in sunlight,
Her face is radiant,
With a smile so bright and eyes shimmering.
She glows all over, not a spot left out,
And her purity is as white as her porcelain skin.
Her intent is as easily seen as the shine in her golden hair,
And just as pleasant to witness.
But masked by the moonlight,
Her face is bathed in black,
No emotion visible.
The only light she has is that which strikes her back.
Her secrets are abundant as shadows are in the night,
Keeping everyone away as they remain fearful,
While those that dare come close regret ever having done so.
Alarm Clock"Inside the dream that happens every night, you leave me coldly like a lie...
I hope my alarm clock rings quickly and wakes me from this dream."
A nightmare where I cannot stand being around her.
A nightmare where I find her plenty of times a week with someone else.
A nightmare where I visit her for the last in the emergency room to hear her last words.
And a nightmare where she tells me, "I can't take it anymore, we're through."
Never before have I been so pleased to hear my alarm clock every morning wake me from these nightmares,
When I love her too much to think that such things could ever happen to us.