She is the wingless one, with words so sweet
He is the voiceless one, with well traveled feet
She waits for him, her heart implores
he hears her, but sadly ignores
She hangs her head and weeps
he dreams of her when he sleeps
She calls to him and waits for an answer
he turns elegantly, a fancy dancer
She holds his sorrow and bears it well
he carries her secrets and will not tell
She reaches for him through out the night
He closes his eyes to the mournful sight
She gazes in the mirror, and casts no reflection
He looks within and sees only imperfection
She sighs with a longing ache
he shrugs and nods, just another mistake
They are two halves of a whole
Two who share the same soul
Separate and yet the same
both at once wild and tame
She is his beacon of gentle mirth
He is her knight of comfort and worth
She sings the words, He hums the tune
they are as apart as the sun is from the moon
Locked eternally in an orbital chase
coming only close enough for shadows to embrace
But the eclipse is a dream of splinder
as his leaving will surely end her
Immovable, she watches steadfast
as he winks when he races past
The moment so brief and filled with wonder
two joined in spirit, two torn asunder
Time passes, but no memory slips
bonded always in desires eclipse
Bitter-sweet, and all is done
only the lovers shadows twine as one.
