Ghosts of choices made

Frost on glass

Silent Hours Draw Near

Before the Thaw

Eclipse

I felt the words tumble from my lips

Just before I was overshadowed by your eclipse.

Could it be that all moments lead to this

A simple surrender won with a just kiss?

Perhaps I am mistaking perhaps tis my remiss but I have never encountered passion such as this

I will gladly admit defeat if forever this moment will repeat and our lips ever after meet.

Not really sure about it

There's Nothing I can see to tell me that its real

Then again must I be able to touch to know that I can feel

Is it emotion that I fear

Can you tell me the words of comfort that I need to hear

Should I look before I leap

Play it safe, paddle in the shallows or risk it all and drown within the deep

Out of the ashes we rise