Post by Lunar Knite on Feb 11, 2008 22:58:54 GMT -5
It is this view from afar that I cherish so greatly.
Just to capture one fleeting glimpse of her grace,
Her beauty, and the smile that draws me in.
A simple expression, no one can ever trace.
So here I stay, looking through the broken window,
Striking up the courage to speak to this beauty.
But before I can, dawn’s light pierces the sky,
And I have lost the moon’s dark sanctuary.
As the moon leaves, so must I, life’s abomination,
Take my leave also, a farewell upon my lips.
Yet, before I depart, I retrieve a pen from the desk,
By which I write my passions upon a scrip.
I hide in the shadows as she awakens from her sleep.
Noticing the scrip, she lifts it and begins to read,
And a slight smile forms upon her elegant face.
The smile that for so long I have fancied.
There she waits, until darkness comes once again
But as I appear, she takes a sharp intake of air
To which I retreat back into my hiding,
Having no doubt of her coming nightmares.
So alone in the shadows am I, just a faint outline.
To my surprise, I hear footsteps and a voice after.
The sweet sound of her voice brightens me
To know that she came after me, just a specter.
Just to capture one fleeting glimpse of her grace,
Her beauty, and the smile that draws me in.
A simple expression, no one can ever trace.
So here I stay, looking through the broken window,
Striking up the courage to speak to this beauty.
But before I can, dawn’s light pierces the sky,
And I have lost the moon’s dark sanctuary.
As the moon leaves, so must I, life’s abomination,
Take my leave also, a farewell upon my lips.
Yet, before I depart, I retrieve a pen from the desk,
By which I write my passions upon a scrip.
I hide in the shadows as she awakens from her sleep.
Noticing the scrip, she lifts it and begins to read,
And a slight smile forms upon her elegant face.
The smile that for so long I have fancied.
There she waits, until darkness comes once again
But as I appear, she takes a sharp intake of air
To which I retreat back into my hiding,
Having no doubt of her coming nightmares.
So alone in the shadows am I, just a faint outline.
To my surprise, I hear footsteps and a voice after.
The sweet sound of her voice brightens me
To know that she came after me, just a specter.
