Stained With You

The thought of you in daylight feels fictional.
I have no doubt your pale skin
Glows beautifully with the day’s sunlight;
But the stars twinkling in your wide eyes
Would leave the strongest with weak knees.
It is there that I held you the most,
In the lingering shadows of my room.
The moon is where I saw your face,
Where I sent my wishes when you were gone.
Maybe it is because you felt like a dream,
One so vivid I could almost hear your laughter,
That the night is forever stained with you.