Unable to speak

A’ grip, my heart,
it feels the weakness
that does come of worried dreams

Endless thoughts paint abstract on this soul

Alone, is this how it shall be?
Watching the shadows play
in reverse of what is felt?

Gazing afar, this distance fades in the mist,
hides beyond the waters edge, glistens as hope,
yet merely a dream?

Sitting here I wonder,
these clouds of grey overhead,
do they speak my name in full syllables
or will the sun find me, waiting,
wishing that I could say?

Words, drew me to you but fear release from my tongue

If I carve our initials in this wooden bench,
sturdy as it may be,
would that brand me a fool?

If I gain the courage to shout my dreams, would you laugh?

Silence comes of this walkway, empty,
worn of the past and not knowing the future
of my desires

You have taken my voice
It rests within your hands, for it is yours

My pulse races, my palms sweat,
I want to tell you, yet…

I sit within this silence,

unable to speak