In Light's Spilling, Still Dim

An iridescent coverlet of cool, mourning mist Surrounds my smoldering thoughts of a hoped for tryst My ears attune to the silence echoing from deep within And my soul cries out in Light's spilling, still so dim My pounding heart pours out a message as the fog begins to fade I implore, i beseech, i beg that our meeting will not be long delayed Please hush my pleading! Do you, can you possibly hear The heartfelt words that are carried inside my every tear Let our eyes mirror the musical whisperings of my dreams And the splashes of joy by the merging of our two streams