A gift
Worth being had
Was once called
A wish come true
But to fall into a slumber
Without knowing
Being gone
Loss of speech
Hope with a twist
A fate long ago written
To believe is to fall
To be weak is to crumble
Look back without a care
Remember in the still of the night
There was me
There was always me
And the dream of your own
And the stars hear you
Let them lead you
Down a path
Where you find the forest
And the night
The Moon pale
Waiting
Shrouded in darkness
For you
Let not that be your fate
To walk alone
In the shadows
To live alone
No contact
With others
Only to watch them
Sadly
With a longing
That you dare not answer
As they walk alone
Down a night path
A sadness so deep
You wish to touch them
But you must not leave
Your post.....Of silence