Monday, June 7, 2010

In Plain Sight

I sit and stare at you
From across the hall;
sometimes I even picture
What it would be like to give you a call.

I imagine the conversations we'd have
And though this may sound pretty lame,
I hear your voice and visualise your lips
As they pronounce my name.

I scarcely dare to dream
Of what it would be like
To walk down the pews of a church aisle
Til I come to stand at your side.

I'd love to carry your name
But still more to bear your child
A desire I secretly cherish
Knowing it's an impossible wish.

But, alas, I must come down to earth
From my castle on Cloud Nine
And face the fact that this is forbidden.
Your love will never be mine.

For even as I stare at you
Across this crowded space,
I realise that to you,
Mine is just a nameless face.

I dearly long to break the bonds
of my personal restraint
Unsheathing my voice in full, strong tones
Neither feeble nor faint,
Like an arrow loosed from Cupid's shaft
That would fly through the air and penetrate your heart.

To boldly run to you my dear,
Unfettered from my fears
And take the ultimate risk
If with no greater result than so
You'd know that I exist.

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