There are roses set ablush by the quiet moon, violets made resplendent by sunlight. Until now I couldn't differ from the hazy sea-spray and you. I thought it unpredictable, meaningless, even frivolous. You are a full moon on the darkest of nights. And now, the roses and violets of the world bloom in the night. They bask in the shadows and uncertainty that exists in darkness. Can I bloom, surrender, & enter the world of night?