#midnight?!

His eyes are the colour of the pale blue moon,

Cold and longing, 

Wanting for more.

Knowledge is something he hopes to gain,

With a notebook,

Pen poised in his practiced hand.

Though his vision may be cloudy,

His research is as clear as day,

He knows the secrets hidden beyond the thick barriers of the clouds.

If I were to ask him to join me to his treasured city,

Do you think he would traverse the skies?

Or would he rather stay grounded to the earth,

With a notebook,

Pen poised in his practiced hand...

I'll be back~