Night is her cover, Darkness her gown

This I wrote a year ago, October 13th, to be precise. It was supposed to be my first song, but I didn't learn to play the guitar. I never quite finished it, because I got into a fight with the girl inspiring it all.

This is for you, little sis.

Tonight she can’t sleep. Tonight the world seems like an ocean full of sparkling lights and there she is, the shadow standing on the dock. Would the reflects of the city lights lighten her face, her gestures would tell it all. By no means would there be need of words, no, no need of asking questions, of drawing stories in our minds… But Night is her cover and Darkness her gown, and tonight there’s no telling if she smiles or she cries. Oh! Would you see the way those starlike diamonds shine upon her time to time, you wouldn’t be able to speak, no, not even to breathe.

Her hair covers her shoulders and stumbles down her back; she leans against the hedge and  makes you think “what if she happened to fall?”  She looks across the sky, across the water right to where you stand. Did she just fix her eyes on you for the very first time? Might the night be dissolved it would all be so clear… Moon please let Sun come out and make it disappear.

Tonight she can’t sleep. Tonight the world seems like a masquerade where a mask is mandatory to let you join in.  She walks next to you into a corridor full of faces unknown, and you barely get to catch a glimpse. The masquerade is on, no more pretending she’s not the one. She stands in the middle of the room, covered in glitter and apparent bliss. There is no telling if she’s scared or enjoying every bit. Would only her mask fall it would all be so clear, but there’s no way of knowing the thoughts hidden on the other side.  Would only her eyes stare into yours, you’d be paralyzed, forever mesmerized.

Her hair is pulled up and she’s holding a cup in her hand. She raises it for a toast and smiles as the perfect host. Oh! Such a sight to see! Her lips take a sip of wine. And you can’t help thinking “Is this really what she wants?” Across the room she stares right at you. Might you take away that mask, Will there still be hope or a plea for something to her yet unknown? Please Cinderella throw away your gown,

Tonight a thousand what if’s take away your sleep. Mixture of fragile and strong, which one will it be, (to fall or not to fall?) So distant and yet so close, there again she goes. Swaying through dreams, avoiding life or letting it be. But tonight Night is her cover and   Darkness is her gown and till dawn breaks you’ll spend your time guessing, no other way of figuring it out.