A blank canvas shining under pale moonlight,
Whispering secrets, soft and bright.
Tidal waves comes charging, a deadly force where dreams collide,
A memory so pure, cast aside.
With every passing hour, the echoes starts to fade,
A masterpiece in itself that can't be made.
I tried to paint the sky in shades of dawn,
But the shadows fell hard as the daylight was gone.
A special moment, lost without trace,
Fading like a dream, as the heart starts to race.
Still, in the silence of the night, I try to find a way,
A way to cherish love, while it slips away.