LES ÉTOILES

daylight utopian

and lying there in the twilight was you. looks foreign and unorthodox, your skin luminescent with shimmer from the hours before you had rest your head on your pillow. beautiful, really, was the remiss of your cadence, though you couldn't have payed much concern.

restful were you. and i left you that way, as i saw to it you had only just fallen into a deep slumber. oh, but i'd love to wake you so. have you ever taken in the beauty of the night, or have you only ever observed commodity in the soft daylight?

i believe even you look angelic in this light, with the way my shadows spill over your silver eyelids and the accents of your rosy cheeks. stay awake for me occasionally, i yearn for you to take me in, you've yet to cross paths with my astral expression.

i promise i'll sing you back to sleep.