Unwritten

There is life in the dark still
Writing out that other story,
A long, old black inked quill
The words fly from the page
and my new story, fills.

A candle flickering in the dark
Finding out it's not so sparse
Another soul in this empty desert
Another yearning soul

A blank page, preceded by pain
A moment to set things right
Pulling you through time and space
Just to look upon your lovely face.

A call and answer
A silent reply
Only your body speaks

Maybe the past was key
Maybe we had to move on.
Waiting for you to find me
Waiting for the time to come.