I must stop being so charming,
she breathed in earnest
and humble, he added
an icy glare.
But even in that snowstorm,
there was always this fire
in their eyes.
Have you ever seen any one
as ingenious as I? he asked
One in a million, she muttered.
He grinned until realizing
what she had just meant
Ice can choose to melt in a million ways
And only one of any, of all, of those
would do them any good.
Are you both absolutely out of your minds?
is best answered with maniacal laughter
rising into the light of the full moon
in perfect synchronization
— the past.
Now, the darkness whispers secrets
that the moon wasn’t made to keep,
and I’ve heard the darkness calling
and I know it’s calling out to me
— the present
I’m tired of howling
at clouds that won’t even budge
for what is stone but a stubborn cloud?
Sooner or later, it is everything that has to end
— the future?
Even when the Earth has frozen over
and the wind, disappeared from the skies
Know that I will come to you when you call.