It was on November night
When you came and talked about your demons
I locked my eyes on you as you speak the truth
Behind your gaze is a reflection of a lost soul

They turned your heart into an ice cold
Like a traveler you always wander
Asking the stars to guide your way
As you spend time seeking the lost flame

During your stay
I let you keep my red scarf
To kiss you good night
As it holds you tight sharing its piece of warmth

I waltz on the field of dandelions
I whispered to them to watch your steps
As they lead you to your treasure
And for the moon to point your way back home


© Psycheangel17