My Ideas On The Matter

Crisp tones are soft whispers

She speaks to others directly to me

Loves voice carries to my ears

When Only I could even see

I am blinded with my eternity

Sadness that she is free

She wants loneliness together

But together how can it be

When a fullness surrounds her

My silent darkness gleams

Then like a candle light flickers

Light falls, she leaves

But I think

It would be OK

If for a change

She would only stay.