Daylight love is your voice softening talking about her ; Whisper. Night love is the distant siren where my feelings crash ; Scream.
How caught in the colours of the sky, you looked more beautiful than ever!
We no more wish on shooting stars, just wish for one. Wish for peace enough to notice a streak of light, arising from darkness and vanishing in the same, and feel, if there is any, the magic in it.