A haunting

I do not know you well, but what I know

Enchants me, like a song sung far away.

I cannot hear the words, but what they say

Hangs softly on the hills where I must go.

I see you furtively and note your eyes,

Hazel and dreamy, your spirit half elsewhere;

I note the sheen of your dark, lustrous hair

And wish I knew your thoughts and shared your cries.

This love brings me sweet pain, but I want more,

Driven by a dream I can't control.

I want the truth of you, untamed and whole;

In frantic hope I haunt your open door.