As silence deepens
so do my thoughts
Yearning your touch
I reach out, to find that you are there
but cold, growing colder, nights get longer

Sleep's embrace also escapes me, I flail
Trapped in a limbo, a creation of my own thoughts an feelings,
but they grow stronger
A passion begging for release.

I'm like a tap left running
With no vessel there to contain my being.
A grief that I feel for what I may never hold (close)

The sacred chalice my salvation
Within sight out of reach
An instrument awaiting the touch
that will bring forth song
A beautiful melody awaiting release
from the confines of my strings

In vain or not I await
Till this day, in hope I long for this golden song,
this chalice to receive my passionate water

before I run dry.

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