The tender leaves
Float in his voice
A shine glows deep
Like a moon beam
On a starlit night
His crystal eyes
Mirror a smile
Dreams skirt around
On the marbled floor
Step to step
Rhythm to rhythm
Hands outstretched
Fingers clasped
But still amiss
Is the lonely touch
The nearness
The warmth
Of fingers and lips
So close yet so far
So distant in hold
Faithless but bold
Passes by a song unsung
The empty footfalls
Cocoon a moment
Intimate and gone
A gaiety so fake
Laughs aloud
As the harshness
Of sunshine
Pours on them
A moment is stilled
Gathered again
In distance surround
Promises broken
Words unleashed
Yet unspoken
A wish, a hope
Pulsates within
Hisses under his
Laboured breath
And robs him off
The words that freeze
With lifeless chains
He’s bound to an oath
Long forgotten
Forgiven perhaps
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