hiatus.
if words could place
such foolish grace
round the turmoil within
a certain resolve
gratitude would evolve
estranged a heart with sin
perhaps comes the day
love's agents oft say
a cold stone turns to melt
chase dreams in the night
ascend and take flight
this feeling you feel's never felt
expound on what's past - the shadows we've cast
some things words could never have spelt.