Unrevealed

it is what lies dormant in this near past as I reflect in this looking glass what stays clear and what stays hidden like snow that covers the ground but glistens sparkling under the afternoon sun while grass waits for the winter's end it is what I hear or cannot hear no echoing refrains that call me near without a lover's touch or sweet, sweet moan reminding me as I sleep alone no other chances, it rings crystal clear from when you were here and since disappeared it is what I feel or cannot feel was it memory or was it all real the dance with steps too complicated like a blockbuster movie that is overrated what I can not see, or hear or feel without a doubt stays unrevealed