Boy with the Silver Hair

Sun sets. Moon rises.
Stars shine bright.
And I wake up to see a face of the night.

I look out my window
and what do I see there?
On the grass sits a boy with silver hair.

I don't know whether I'm still dreaming,
or whether my mind lies
but he looks back at me with his calm blue eyes.

I follow him outside and
I sit next to him out in the cold.
In his arms, he keeps me in his hold.

We stare off into the dark sky
both of us wondering so
as his blade of light emits a golden glow

Something about him makes me feel safe
like I want to make him mine
As the moon makes his long white-silver hair shine.

In his warming arms, I start to doze
and I fall asleep at his side.
With him, I have nothing to hide.

He just holds me close, as if to protect me
from the horrors of the day.
Yet he does not say.

He just gently puts me to bed
and disappears with the night.
Then came the light.

His sword shone bright, the sun appeared
then he was gone.
Of him, I grew fond.

So I wake with the morning,
my heart heavy from his going.
I wanted to tell him, but he left without knowing.

Words I wanted to say never left my mouth
silent, did I remain.
For I wanted the boy I now called Zane.

I sleep sad only to wake again
the moon high in the sky
and again, I saw that guy.

I rushed out to see him, my eyes full of tears.
I lept into his arms with joy.
It was again that boy.

Those words from before started to wander out.
"You are the drifter of my dreams, to me, you're everything.
So why did you leave me that evening?"

His soft words echo through my mind:
"I never left you, I was always there. I watched over you."
He paused and said, "Yes, I missed you too."

Then he told me that if I never forgot him,
he'd be in my heart always,
Even when he was gone during the days.

And so it went on, the boy and I.
Our love grew stronger. I always thought, his words strong.
Knowing he was there watching me all along.

For me, it was love.
For him, it was a loving friend.
We were together to the very end.