It’s all but a dream
A joining of dots and make believe
A willing of ways without a footprint even
The illusion between here and forever

What’s to be built on a look, a sigh or a feeling?
other than wispy dreams sure to be dashed to the ceiling

What’s to be made of hesitant lovers?
who yearn, long, and die, all under cover

Not even an echo through the wells of time
unheard, unseen, forever ignored...

The heart reconciles
Willingly the last sigh dies
Unexplained, unexpressed
Hidden behind masks
Without reaching eyes
And passed as a smile