The symphony of your whisper becomes my tune,
The silence of your gaze forms a moon,
The shadow of our dreams walk behind,
As age goes by and space drifts into time.
You clasp my hands and say my name,
I look at you and still find you insane.
I wonder, ponder and my fingers sneak up to feel you,
Somewhere behind your eyes, a few tears shine.
I see us held together between wrinkles and within creases of your mind,
This is a dream for you’d left with death as your muse,
But these memories have managed to stay mine.