Eclipsed Hearts

 In a garden of silent blooms she walks,

Her laughter weaving through the autumn air,

She stirs the leaves, the hidden, quiet talks,

Of a heart that watches, from its solemn lair.

Her eyes, like stars in the dusk's gentle sweep,

Illuminate paths where shadows once lay,

In her gaze, a thousand dreams wake from sleep,

But her smiles are for the sun's own display.

I hold a love, tender as the first rose,

Unseen, unspoken, in the cool of night,

Her heart wanders where the wild river flows,

Mine lingers in the shallows, out of sight.

Each day I gather courage like old leaves,

To tell of the storms and whispers inside,

Yet her horizon is where daylight cleaves,

And I am the dusk, in shadows, I reside.

Love, unreturned, like an echo's soft plea,

A ghost in the hallways of joy so wide,

She dances onward, spirit young and free,

While I keep watch, in the quiet aside.

Oh, to be the laughter that fills her days,

Or the hand she holds when the evening falls,

Yet here in my silent garden of greys,

I am the echo that her name recalls.