In the dark and haunting midnight hour
A vision of you quite fair
Comes tempting in all its majestic power
This mind in its lonely lair.
Now this picture of you is forever engraved upon this very heart.
A grasping hand reaching out
Finding naught but a clinching mist.
Why must I travel this daunting road with you at every trace?
I hear your voice in every gust, what is this silent tryst?
For not even in secret can we behave like lovers never apart.
I have not come across an ending for this poem yet. When I do, I will be sure to update it.