Sitting here alone listening to whispering winds It becomes clearer we are two of a kind you and I Caught up in the realms of our ethereal dreams Will this surreal love become real or pass us both by
Trying to rational these thoughts going round my mind darkness looms unable to reckon with or no longer fight No matter how tortured is this soul of mine I can't hide I soon realise that you are my fate my destiny my lover my light
I feels there is no escape from this torment I feel inside as I sit here pondering my thoughts under the moonbeams? Could it be that you are my torch my beacon of hope sent to lighten my life in a world that is not what it seems
Can you put your arms around me and protect me from harm from a world filled with danger as I feel I can’t face living alone? Lets hold onto one another closely wipe away both our fears we're both ready to open our heart so we are not on our own..
Shyness is a nice quality although detrimental if it erodes self-confidence, so its pleasing to read how the two lost souls in your poem over came it and decided to unite for each other's betterment and well-being!
I like the last stanza the best, but this whole poem is written with great effect and the words create a gentle mood of longing and yearning in its soft and open style.