A Requiem For Anticipation.

I've seen behind your eyes,
I've looked into your soul.
I've fished in the river of your imagination.
Walked the streets of your dreams.
I hunger for a glance,
A glimpse of your face.
I have waited to feel the sound of your name.
I wait still.
Black and White in a riot of colors.
A stationary figure in a stampeding crowd.

I've lived in your castle,
I've swum with your spirit.
The contours of your face are invisible still,
You remain unnamed.

Lost in the meadow of your thoughts,
Safe in the icy cold,
You gaze at the heavens,
The ceiling of your dreams.
But, whilst you look at the stars,
I tread gently,
I stalk.
I creep upon you,
With padded footsteps.


A tap on the shoulder,
A rush of blood,
A thudding heart.
Starlight upon your face,
I'll look in your eyes,
And I'll know.
Let this be an elegy for the mystery that was you.
A celebration for the death of a dream.