I walk to your door
Drenched in moonbeams and guilt,
You don't hear my footsteps,
They're lost in the wind.
You think it's wind chimes
When I knock on your door
For I am nothing but moonlight
In the darkness of night.
I enter your chamber
With the lightness of a soul
And stand near your bedstead
When you toss in your sleep.
You dream of moonbeams
You dream of me
When I hover over you
As the shadow of past.
When I touch you with fingers
You feel the chill
Your eyes seem to moist
With your tears and mine.
Your eyes ache to see me
With the first ray of sun
But I am nothing but dewdrops
On your window at dawn.
