You were so safe in thinking you were right,
That the distant call of fate was true,
And the one who held the key was you -
Inventing all my dreams each night.

I have often stopped to search the skies
Believing I have found you again
But most were only glimpses from within
When last I saw you with my eyes.

You cannot feel the aching that I feel.
You always fear the shame of being found.
You yearn to bridge this unsafe ground,
And fly from those whose heart you steal.

I cannot hinder your retreat.
But, witnessing the surge of morn,
I faintly hear you cries of being born,
And someday, wish you'll duplicate this feat.