My hands tremble with anticipation as I reach out for her,
My knees quake at the fragrance of her perfume
And tears streak down my love battered cheek
As I look up at her from below,
My heart screaming her name
Her hair floats in the wind
And her eyes scan the horizon
For the one who calls out her name.
The pedestal I hold her on starts to sway
As another wearing a mask calls her attention.
Her light that guides my life begins to fade
As she holds her hand out to another
One who's soul is dark but who covers it with a facade
of words and gifts.
Darkness shrouds me as I stand there
Holding my heart in my hands
The sky turns black
and the stars retreat to those who believe in their powers.
My will starts to crumble from
The pressure of my fallen hopes
And I look away from the horizon,
Scared of seeing another light to follow...
Slowly I start to cover the candle,
A light I have always had,
A light brighter than any other,
Smothered by my own fears,
a beacon that I've always contained
That longs to shine through the darkest night
and capture the attention
of those who seek it,
a light that I once again choose to hide
rather than risk heartache,
a pain that seems to be my only proof of reality.