In Plain Sight

I feel her svelte presence impinge upon my consciousness, is lurching with the shades of light upon the edge of falling night where she is searching, ever searching as time grows ever tight. and in some curse of blindness, cast impairment on her scrutiny, and we as passing ships missing out in this eclipse usurped by sightless mutiny, no kiss upon the lips. in plain sight I wait here, hidden, her mind and body focus on, softly call to her and say, in sweet crushing silence pray, vanishing like smoke, I'm gone, swept aside and brushed away. all I know is that I need her, and would die to simply hold her, all her hopes and dreams would be, preserved by my reality, my tender arms of love enfold her if she would chance to notice me...