half an age away from me & half a breath too near
silken sheen glowing from the lighthouse to the pier
would that you would look my way, instead of just appear
and would that i could speak just once and not shrink back in fear
and would that i could whisper once your name in tones endeared
and would that i could somehow make my efforts very clear
and would that i could, in a place outside of my mind, hear
you say in your own velvet tones a promise once sincere.