Never before have the words poured so feverishly from my heart

Never before have the words poured so feverishly from my heart

Never have I experienced such an undying need to speak and be heard

Yet I remain frozen, lips sealed, more silent than ever before

To speak to you, to captivate you, to win you,

It used to be that all I had to do was look at you, reach for you

Then we could be whole again, we could be right

But now when I reach for you I feel like I am trying to catch the fog

No sooner do I reach out then you have slipped between my fingers

Forever just an inch away, and I am forever grabbing at air.

Which of the nine layers is this? Some cruel punishment for a sin long forgotten?

Perhaps a nightmare, perhaps some crude parallel reality

Because this is no reality of mine. Mine was a reflection of heaven.

I suppose the real questions is how could a person

Exist every day within a whisp of perfection?

You must walk in a different light than the rest of us…

And how could such a person love such a flawed, broken soul like this?

But this heart still screams your name, though yours does not ring back,

Though I will always be listening for some faint answer…