Unspoken

As I am adrift in an almost-empty space of thought

Where time itself seems to cease,

My mind, bereft of all its sense,

Is encumbered by memories of you so sweet.

A blanket of darkness covers the night,

Filling the air with its dreaded touch

That can consume the faint of heart.

But recollections of you help me cast away my fears.

Though nightmares I dread at the loss of my sight,

Closing my eyes only shows me

An image of you that is still yet so clear.

But if I go into slumber, you, whom I cannot forget,

may fly away from my dreams.

I desire only to see you once again

And speak to you the words I, in my heart,

Have kept so long hidden,

never to have been uttered.

Now, I tell you, as long as I am adrift,

Those words will remain uspoken,

The words that hold my life in them.