He Calls. She Comes.

No tap on the shoulder
No sound to wake her
But it's time, she knows
With twinkling eyes, she rises slow

He casts a light by the pane
His call drives her insane
But hush, she must not make a sound
For if folks wake up, things might turn around

And then, she manages to position herself
By the window next to the dresser shelf
She looks up, lost in his light, meshing into this dream
As he smiles down on her casting his silver gleam