Haunted

The ache goes on of lonely silence
The only time I have to think... of you only
All the time in the world

To confess my love for you aloud
To myself I admit the truth
But the silence prevails in my cowardice

I fear not the words to steal from my lips
For I allow their escape so often
Each glow in the night sky hath individually taken heed

Nor frightened of your eyes upon me
Although I have never grasped their story
And the depth of their secrets unknown remains

My single fear must then be the end
My mind's obcession, day's dreams, and night's work
Sole occupation of my being to be haunted by you

Clangs of the old clocks enhance the night air
But only your faded voice echos past my ears
Your ghost nears and passes over me in the cold
Real warmth so close but that I can never feel again