Shadow's Teardrop - with Crimson

As a teardrop makes the rain in a seance
twilight's moon I weep to count the stars
a minute in pantomime silent cotillion  
in sleep as you sashay, taking steps
my life's shadow as a teardrop makes rain  
your soul's caress touches my darkened ardor
weeps the need within and I sigh
it is too much and I am overcome
I am keen on colorful display
wanton with my approach, gentle with my answer
my craving peaks and I succumb to your gesture
it is the stillness of the moment that cries out