Please speak
though words are no more, we both well know
but I implore.
You have quit mine eyes,
and released your grasp of my beating heart,
but still I feel your fingers.
Only but the sound of your voice would carry
through the empty chasm of my soul
and alight upon me that I am still whole.
That I have not faded.
That you still see me within.
So quietly you sit turned away
as shadows cast by day fall dark upon you.
So soft your countance in my mind I cannot see.
'Tis not before me, by your grace, to witness.
You will not turn.
I have fallen and my sorrows
are all too great to count.
If only you would know
If only you would hear my silent words
But I am nothing.
Please speak, and let me be again.
This I beg, and let pain fall away.
And finally I find the strength to call
your name across on weakened voice, and wait.
I watch, I listen, I send my senses to anguished cries
to receive the smallest reply.
Then soft, across on gossamer to mine ears
a word releasing me from the clutches of a nothingness,
filling the void with a new hope that I might be yours again,
that my ill choices may be forgiven,
that I might look again into your eyes and see your love.
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