Unable To Speak

Unable to speak A’ grip, my heart, it feels the weakness that comes of worried dreams Endless thoughts paint abstract on this soul Alone, is this how it shall be? Watching the shadows play in reverse of what is felt? Gazing afar, this distance fades in the mist, hides beyond the waters edge, glistens as hope, yet merely a dream? Sitting here I wonder, these clouds of grey overhead, do they speak my name in full syllables or will the sun find me, waiting, wishing that I could say? Words, drew me to you, but they fear release from my tongue If I carve our initials in this wooden bench, sturdy as it may be, would that brand me a fool? If I gain the courage to shout my dreams, would you laugh? Silence comes of this walkway, empty, worn of the past and not knowing the future of my desires You have taken my voice It rests within your hands, for it is yours My pulse races, my palms sweat, I want to tell you, yet… I sit within this silence, unable to speak