Just a moment, in time or breath.
A moment when our hearts connect.
Mis-placed words too scant to hear.
A word, a week, a month, a year.

Plains of empty stone I walk,
In hope to re-indulge you'r love.
Enternal muse, oil-drenched stone.
Fingers of my feeling you slipped through.

One fleeting glance I pray to see.
seeking out whats not to be.
A soul so rare as to be myth,
legends could be wrote of this.

In fitful dreams I am at one
with your siblime angelic sign.
In waking time, it cannot be.
To strong for you, too good for me.

I love'd you from times dark start.
The missing part of my cold heart.
You could not know, feel or care.
When love was made, you were elsewhere.

Now, lost in life we both must ring.
Alone, abandoned, never to sing,
of songs together. We just make do.
You are of me. I am of you.