Soft as candlelight,
Your eyes peer into mine,
Unpainted thoughts caressing,
The empty canvas of our souls.
Our desires, merely sketches,
Light lines curving gently,
Barely lingering,
Just enough to feel.
Our words, unwoven memories
Strewn across the floor
Tangled melodies, unsung
Our dreams reflected.
What are we to do,
With two broken hearts?
Are all the pieces here?
Do they even fit?
Where do we even start?
For twisted shadows of our pasts
Haunt our every step.
Moonlit Poetry 