Night Of Encounter On a cold December evening, We are to walk through lit streets. To pass through the crowds, And find our peace. I know you as you are, But not well enough. And on this particular night, I know there will be no bluff. By morals you are forbidden, But by desire you are mine. Your face is a blank page, I feel ink will spill with time. And out will drip the letters, Carved into your skin. Tonight is when I will see, The truth that lies within. You seem so oblivious, Like a book never to be read, You hide in the drawers, Small, unimportant they said. But I know you are something, Grand, clever, wild. On this dark night I will see, The colours in your smile. I am no fortune teller, But I feel it's a bad idea, Though we both are quiet, The moonlight can hear. Our hopes and dreams, Our desires and pain. The night is dangerous, It's not mundane. With love, come scars, And from each one, I have always known, In a way what was to come. If I felt there is no hope, If it is a bad gamble, I would have drawn crosses, And let it fall to shambles. But with the red and yellow bulbs, Twinkling in the mist. This season's trickery will fall on us, Our confusion's kiss.