On sun-washed days and moon-bleached nights.
Will my fingers entwine with a lover�s hand,
Will I see two sets of footprints in the sand?
Will I share a secret look once more,
In a crowded room, across the floor?
Will a glance reach in and touch my soul,
Will it melt my heart yet make me whole?
Will I walk and talk in another�s dreams,
Will we fill the future with hopes and schemes?
Will lips touch briefly, eyes on fire?
Provoking response of deep desire.
Will I hear again those urgent cries,
Will I look once more into love-filled eyes?
I�d best still my soul and hush its plea,
There�s no future in those thoughts for me.
The goal I sought had long taken flight,
No soft embrace to warm my night.
No tender touch to ease the pain,
No gentle words to soothe again.
Somewhere along the road I�d turned,
Missed the path for which I yearned.
With tears in eyes, I look away,
An empty heart the price I pay
