Stretches of Silence

Dewy-eyed, dragged on With gaze upon Spectre brighter than a noonday I caught her soul entwined in the web But lack what to say, like a play Even with this swift communion of a babe Entangled in the slying-coyness I still let her feel the beat of my shyness Trapped in the stillness of her eyes But not to let go for long Holding onto parts rendered undone In our vacant gaze towards the rising sun Made more severe by the sudden bright ray shone I know she could melt a heart as snow, Bring me the stars if feelings were made to show Her heart always as pure as gold Yet, I let her vanished into her fold Would she ever feel my absence? Would I ever catch glimpses of her presence? Oh, would she ever cross this path again? For I have spent years hoping forever in the rain in vain.