In the depth of midnight's embrace,
dreams cascade like love poems
each one speaking your name.

My pulse writes Morse code messages
you'll never decode, as hope
flutters like a moth against the darkness.

While Ink bleeds through pages,
My confessions staining paper
with the weight of unsaid things.

Our laughter echoes in memory's great hall,
but I dance alone with your ghost,
spinning through empty spaces.

These shadows hold secrets
That I dare not speak aloud,
while dawn mocks my silence.

I craft symphonies in your name,
melodies trapped behind my teeth,
As harmonies are swallowed whole.

This love burns quietly,
like stars too distant to touch,
yet still I reach out.

weaving dreams from wisps
of what could be,
if only you would notice.

©️Lizzie Bevis