A Flame by Harley Lyrics

Enraptured,
I watch
while a tiny spark
dances upon my window pane.
An ethereal courier,
a messenger emerging
from the void of darkness.
In nights now past
and tonight again
it dances, pirouettes,
forming arcs and lines
upon the glass.
Arcs and lines,
meaningless runes in the beginning;
but of their composite,
as blades of grass form a meadow,
the beginning of an image
forms before my mind's eye.
An image
with the dawning in her hair
and the seas in her eyes.