I sit entranced by the silver screen To watch and wait for your eyes, To peer on out, as I sit and dream, Between the clouds in my skies. I’ve carried you in my heart so long Without a kiss from your lips, But sat and sighed till I almost died For a touch from your fingertips.
I’ve traced the gentle curve of your cheek, The noble arch of your brow, The slow spread of the smile that said: ‘I want to be with you, now.’ I’ve watched the tears that we both have shed For the years that were lost in time, When you could well have belonged to me, Or I could have made you mine.
But time and distance are so unfair, I see you, bright like a star, One I could wear in my buttonhole If only it wasn’t so far. We both reach out and we touch the screen I trace my fingers on yours, One day we’ll see, what will be, will be, But your camera’s set on pause.