When I first saw you,
You were standing beneath the trees.
I could hear your mind whispering your thoughts.
The winds were circling around you,
Like children in play.
I wondered, if you could feel the embrace they were giving,
or noticed the glow you radiated of beauty.
You reminded me of an angel
who stepped away to sing in solitude
of the wonderments which harbored within.
You caused the tree to weep in sympathy,
with its leaves, to graze upon your skin.
Still, your look was obviously far away,
Accustomed to feeling, alone.
As you began to stroll back to your home,
still, with the look of emptiness,
I couldn't help but to follow at a distance.
How much I wanted to race my steps,
So, that maybe I could walk beside you.
Find the courage to say 'Hello'.
But, I felt as though I was not worthy,
of standing before someone as precious as you.
How could one with such magnificence,
ever feel as though they go unnoticed?
uncared for?
or that they just blended with the backgrounds of pictures?
I could hear the echo of your heart,
and I knew the lyrics word for word,
for it was the same song played within my own.
The chorus being repeated more than once
to stress convinced reality
is what kept me from following my heart.
So, now I am left, just like you, harboring the echoes of emptiness.
I felt the pain, as I allowed you to close the door.